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And Janet sat with reverent, half-averted eyes, seeing the sorrow, that in trying to hide, the child of her love had so plainly revealed. She knew that words are powerless to help the soreness of such wounds, and yet she chid herself that she had so failed to comfort her.
It was a quick, involuntary smile, which seemed to escape from the firm lips and half-averted eyes, flashed over the face, touched the cold features with strange radiance, and then was gone, and, in its place, the old shadow of reserve and distrust, for the moment, darker than ever. But to the adventurous lover that brief light had revealed his doubtful way clear before him.
"Two wood exteriors and a parlor set, make-up boxes, wardrobe trunks, a slide trombone and " mused Mr. Bacon, and would have gone on but for Barnes' interruption. He was covertly watching Miss Thackeray's half-averted face as he ventured upon the proposition he had decided to put before them.
"But it was not so far off," murmured the young girl, without looking up. "Oh, the distance makes it more improper, then," he said abstractedly; but after a moment's contemplation of her half-averted face, he asked gravely, "Has anyone talked to you about me?" Ten minutes before, Nellie had been burning to unburthen herself of her father's warning, but now she felt she would not.
Mrs. Petullo, without looking at his half-averted face, knew by the mere magnetic current from his cold shoulder that of her he was just now weary, that with his company as a whole he was bored, and that some interest beyond that noisy hall engaged his abstracted thought.
The morning star is just soaring above the eastern horizon, and the feeble rays of Luna's half-averted face are imparting a ghostly glimmer of light, when I am awakened from a sound sleep. The horses have all been saddled and packed, and everybody is ready to start.
Kitty spoke with half-averted face where she sat beside one of the front windows, looking absently out on the distant line of violet hills beyond Charlesbourg, and now and then lifting her glove from her lap and letting it drop again. "Kitty," said Mrs. Ellison in reply to her difficulties, "you oughtn't to sit against a light like that.
I recall the way her soft brown hair grew above the slender neck, and the lovely white skin; the smooth, delicate contour of her half-averted cheek and the firm little chin with the trembling red lips above it; the shapely back and shoulders and the graceful curves of her hips, suggestive of a secret perfection.
"Yes, thank heaven, that is possible, for men." Miss Muir pressed her hands together, with a dark expression on her half-averted face. Something in her tone, her manner, touched Coventry; he fancied that some old wound bled, some bitter memory awoke at the approach of a new lover. He was young, heart-whole, and romantic, under all his cool nonchalance of manner.
Oh to sleep sleep for twelve hours on a bed between clean sheets, and wake with a mind wiped clear of bloody memories! . . . memories above all . . . incommunicable things that even years later, even to men who have shared them, cannot be recalled except by a half-averted glance and a low "Do you remember ?" like frightened children holding hands in the dark of the world. . . . Had any one of them kept sane that night those many nights? . . . But how should a civilian understand?
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