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Updated: June 8, 2025
Even though we go farther than the graveyard of stars or beyond the gates of hell, maybe I will find her." There was a sob in the squat man's throat and Jack Odin could see by the light of the flickering coals that Gunnar had aged. His face was more seamed. The knots of muscle at each jaw were larger. His hair was gray-streaked and thinner.
He crossed to the Tocsin and caught her in his arms. "Oh, my God Marie!" he faltered. The cape and hood had fallen from her, and with the hood had fallen the gray-streaked hair of Silver Mag and now as she smiled at him it was from a face that was very beautiful and very brave and very full of tenderness. And he held her there and neither spoke.
The old gray-streaked cat was positive that the gray rats would bite him to death, since they were coming into the castle in such great numbers, and he scolded the black rats incessantly. "How could you be so idiotic as to let your best fighters go away?" said he. "How could you trust the gray rats? It is absolutely unpardonable!" The twelve black rats did not say a word.
She fitted the gray-streaked wig of tangled, matted hair upon her head, plunged her hand into the box that Gypsy Nan used for her make-up and daubed some of the grime upon both hands and face, adjusted the spectacles upon her nose, hid her own clothing, closed the narrow trap-door in the ceiling, and ran back, carrying the candle, to the washstand.
Both Akka and the boy saw immediately that something was going on here which turned upside down the most regular order. On the edge of the stork-nest sat two gray owls, an old, gray-streaked cat, and a dozen old, decrepit rats with protruding teeth and watery eyes. They were not exactly the sort of animals one usually finds living peaceably together.
"But there are many faces here which are new to me, though others have been before me since first I waited upon my dear master, Sir Walter. I pray you to tell me, Sir John, who are these priests upon the dais?" "The one is the Archbishop of Bordeaux, Nigel, and the other the Bishop of Agen." "And the dark knight with gray-streaked beard? By my troth, he seems to be a man of much wisdom and valor."
He wore a green imitation of a Norfolk jacket, he had a broad red smile, and as he flourished his hat in a bow, his hair was a bristly pompadour of gray-streaked red that was almost pink. He made oration: "Pardon my eccentric greeting, brother of the open road, but I wanted you to give ear to my obsequious query as to how's chances on gettin' a lift?
Work is very slack at this time of year. But God is good." "Can't you sell something?" said Reb Shemuel, thoughtfully caressing his long, gray-streaked black beard. "I have sold lemons, but the four or five shillings I made went in bread for the children and in rent. Money runs through the fingers somehow, with a family of five and a frosty winter.
A sweep of the woman's hand, and the spectacles were off, the gray-streaked hair a tangled wig upon the pillow and Rhoda Gray found herself staring in a numbed sort of way at a dark-haired woman who could not have been more than thirty, but whose face, with its streaks of grime and dirt, looked grotesquely and incongruously old.
He was as still, as grotesque, as evil-looking as the tortured idols of the Chinese; like theirs his eyes were beadlike, expressionless, dull; such are the eyes of dead seal. His face was brown and cracked like old leather, and was covered with a crust of dirt; his gray-streaked hair was matted and straggled over his face; it teemed with lice.
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