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In one arm she held her parasol and a large roll of needlework, and in the other a shawl and a heavy white umbrella, such as painters use for sketching. Meanwhile she was trying to thrust into her pocket a paper-covered volume which Longmore saw to be the poems of Andre Chenier, and in the effort dropping the large umbrella and marking this with a half-smiled exclamation of disgust.
They clothed her in a gaudy gown, dressed her hair, and led her forth. Salome followed the wild, weird, religious enthusiast. She pushed through the crowd and placed herself near the man, so the smell of her body would reach his nostrils, and his eyes would range the swelling lines of her body. Their eyes met. She half-smiled and gave him that look which had snared the soul of many another.
He pulled his trench tool from his pack and handed it to Orkins. "Maybe you'd like to dig, Mr. Orkins. It'll keep your mind off them things." Orkins seized the small shovel almost instantly. Taylor half-smiled. He had made the suggestion for Orkins' benefit. The cave probably would never be finished. One deep enough to offer a refuge for five men could hardly be dug in a practical length of time.
Sweyn's answer was a query, with an intonation that implied he was clearing the ground for action. From Christian came: "Have you kissed her?" like a bolt direct, staggering Sweyn by its sheer prompt temerity. He flushed yet darker, and yet half-smiled over this earnest of success he had won.
He rubbed his forehead with his hand, and half-smiled a sickly smile. But still his eyes wandered nervously to the spot in which his uncle had stood; still he seemed to fear that he should see a ghostly figure standing there and pointing at him; should see himself, in some phantom counterpart, sitting in the chair. His eyes opened as if he were listening intently.
At the mention of this idea of a trip of Europe again, with Sister Constantia and music thrown in to give it a slightly new form, Aileen bridled, and yet half-smiled to herself now. It was so ridiculous so tactless, really, for her father to bring up this now, and especially after denouncing Cowperwood and her, and threatening all the things he had.
You've lost a lot, maybe; but you can't lose a thing you never had." The Dago half-smiled. "Yais," he said. "You are mos' wise, Dan. But, Dan! Dan!" "Yes. What?" "If it had been true, Dan dat beautiful town an' all my dream! If it had been true!" "Shove along wi' that broom," advised Dan. "The mate's lookin'."
"We will do our best for her, Ellen and I, my dear fellow. But you'll soon be better. Horrid things, these quinsies; but they pass off." Poor Joe half-smiled at this confident opinion, but he merely wrung his brother's hand, and only twice more took up the pencil- once to write the name of the clergyman he wished to see, and lastly to put down the initials of all his children: "Love to you all.
Laramie half-smiled at her serenity: "Why don't you go?" she exclaimed. Still regarding her, he shifted his position a little and replied with entire good-nature: "I only live along, from one sight to another of you. I'm just filling up, like a man at a spring. You don't object to my only looking at you for a minute?" "I object to being delayed and annoyed," she declared in a blaze.
It would have been absurd to have appeared in such a gown in the little dining-room of the Hôtel de l'Horloge, which opened into the street; but the Villa du Lac was quite different. As she saw herself reflected in one of the long mirrors let into the wall, Sylvia blushed and half-smiled.
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