half-wrinkled

Updated: May 17, 2025

In Wall Street there was restless running about. Men in white clothes and straw-hats darted in at doors, darted out of doors carrying little books, and boxes, and bundles in their hands, nodding to each other as they passed, but all infected with the same fever; with brows half-wrinkled or tied up in hopeless seams of perplexity; with muttering pale lips, or lips round and red, and clearly the lips of clerks who had no great stakes at issue a general rushing and hurrying as if every body were haunted by the fear of arriving too late every where, and losing all possible chances in every direction.

George William Curtis - Trumps