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At about ten o'clock Putnam was disturbed by the tramping of feet and a tall, goodlooking fellow was thrust into his room by a couple of soldiers. The captive had been found inside the lines, they said, in consultation with some unknown person who had escaped the eye of the sentry in the darkness. When captured he had put a piece of paper into his mouth and swallowed it.
In those earlier days she had always nourished a secret contempt for girls who were the slaves of the first goodlooking young fellow who should choose to salute them. She had never taken kindly to the idea of marriage in the abstract as did the majority of women she saw about her.
"Good God!" he exclaimed, turning upon her furiously. "What can I do? I have nothing. Be off with you, unless you want to be beaten." He lifted his fist; she recoiled and said with set teeth: "Very well then; I will go and find some man who has a sou." Coupeau pretended to consider this an excellent joke. Yes of course she could make a conquest; by gaslight she was still passably goodlooking.
As for the men of the hotel, the susceptible young mining men who passed to and fro from Gunsight, they found her pleasant, but not quite what they had expected not quite what Dame Rumor had painted her. They watched her from the distance, for she was undeniably goodlooking and so did the women upstairs.
His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish over the ears. Madame: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way. Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty quick.
Well, he was rather handsome, in a way one had to admit that; he was younger than you expect lecturers to be, and tall and slender, with awfully goodlooking clothes, and had dark eyes and a noticeable smile too noticeable to be entirely sincere and spontaneous, Missy decided.
"A few moments if you will excuse me and I'm done," said Kittredge motioning Howard into the adjoining chair as he sat and at once bent over his work. Howard watched him with interest, admiration and envy. The reporter was perhaps twenty-five years old fair of hair, fair of skin, goodlooking in a pretty way. His expression was keen and experienced yet too self-complacent to be highly intelligent.
There was a clump of potted tropical shrubbery at one side. On the other side of this shrubbery sat Mrs. and Miss Atterly, engaged in conversation. "Why do you prefer to sit in this out-of-the-way place, Catharine?" her mother inquired, just as the young people came up. "I want to get away from two rather goodlooking but very ordinary girls that Mr.
The Texan's gaze took in a slim dark man, goodlooking after a fashion, but with dissipation written on the rather sullen face. "Well, you've found me," the girl answered coolly. "Yes, I've found you," the man answered, with a steady, watchful eye on the Texan. Miss Dillon was embarrassed at this plain hostility, but indignation too sparkled in her eye. "Anything in particular you want?"
When they carried his rather goodlooking luggage which he had bought new for his honeymoon into a palatial bedroom of the Liverpool hotel, he experienced, only with a thousand degrees more conviction, that sense of freedom from care which his wife was even then timidly grasping, far away in London. He was provided for handsomely and agreeably for three hundred and sixty-five days.
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