half-luringly

Updated: May 3, 2025

All that he saw was the face, white in the white night a face on which the shimmering starlight fell as it was lifted to his gaze, beautiful, as clear-cut as a cameo, with eyes that looked up at him half-pleadingly, half-luringly, and lips parted, as if about to speak to him. He stared, moveless in his astonishment, and in another breath the face was gone.

James Oliver Curwood - The Danger Trail