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Updated: June 15, 2025


Then the key turned in the lock; the door opened, and Cabrion entered!" "He entered? what effrontery!" said Mrs. Pipelet, as much astonished as her husband at such audacity. "Cabrion advanced slowly, his looks fixed on me, as a serpent glares on the bird, like a phantom on, on, chilling, lowering!" "I'm goose-flesh all over!" groaned Anastasia.

Her languishing glances at Tunis flashed in their change to suspicious glares at the girl waiting in the roadway. "You have a guest, Tunis Latham?" she asked with a composure which scarcely hid her jealousy and doubt. "I'm taking her up to the Balls'. She's Mrs. Ball's niece, Eunez," Tunis said good-naturedly. He was always friendly with these Portygees.

Why haven't they got a home of their own? You would ask them here nurse, bottles, and baby like a traveling Barnum's and Winn glares in one corner and that little piece of dandelion fluff lies down and grizzles on the nearest cushion and now you want to have a garden party on the top of 'em! Anybody'd suppose this was a Seamen's Home from the use you put it to!

The dwarfish look of the Capitol is intensified, I think, by the neighbourhood of this huge blank staircase, mouldering away in disuse, the weeds thick in its crevices, and climbing to the rudely solemn facade of the church. The sunshine glares on this great unfinished wall only to light up its featureless despair, its expression of conscious, irremediable incompleteness.

Then as suddenly it dies away into silence, and the presentation of the Nightingale Scholarship is at an end. The visitors, the committee, the ladies, the noble Earl, look about them in blank astonishment and misery. The Doctor's face flushes up mightily as he glares for one instant around him, and then drops his head over the prize list. The only thing there is for him to do he does.

The zinc-worker's sister caused a great commotion in the street, accusing her sister-in-law of insulting her through her employees. This broke off all relations. Now they only exchanged terrible glares when they encountered each other. "Yes, she leads a pretty life!" Madame Lorilleux kept saying. "We all know where the money came from that she paid for her wretched shop!

Same way here in the Corrugated, you might say. I've always had to take orders or get kicked. That's what I passed on to my men. At least I tried to." And as Hartley stiffens up and glares across the table at an imaginary line of doughboys I could guess that he succeeded. It was while I was followin' his gaze that I noticed this bunch of five young heroes at a corner table.

"You killed Harry Dunbar, he whispers. . . The fellow glares at him and shows his teeth: Of course I did! I had been in that cabin for an hour and a half like a rat in a trap. . . Shut up and left to drown in that wreck. Let flesh and blood judge. Of course I shot him! I thought it was you, you murdering scoundrel, come back to settle me.

This yere female was strange to me entire, but if she'd knowed me from 'way back she couldn't a-blazed up more frightful. The minute I pulls my bankroll on her, she goes cavortin' off too hostile to talk. It takes ten minutes to get her back to the agency to hear me 'pologize, an' even then she glares an' snorts like she's liable to stampede ag'in.

The grave arches of the bridge, made complete circles by the reflexion of the water, sustained, as if by some unifying and justifying reason, the erratic flat flashes and streaks and glares of traffic that fretted to and fro overhead. A voice sang intermittently and a banjo tinkled, but remotely enough to be indistinct and agreeable.

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