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I did not believe him. I could not believe him. So long as she breathed at all, so long I was resolved to hope. She went to where my little hand-glass hangs against the wall, took it down, and gave it to me. "See if the breath marks it," she said. Yes; her breath did mark it, but very faintly. Sally cleaned the glass with her apron, and gave it back to me.
He next drew from his bosom a small hand-glass, and painted and dyed his face with different preparations, so that even Barbara would have failed to recognise her friend and admirer.
You know I should not like to look as if you are right, though. Where did you learn all that? You might earn a deal of money, do you know, if you set up a practice." "Well, aunt, are you satisfied?" My aunt held her hand-glass at a distance, brought it near, held it away again, smiled, and, leaning back in her chair, said: "It must be acknowledged that it is charming, this.
'Her hand-glass could not be kept from her, and one morning she cried bitterly when she saw that she could no longer so arrange her laces as to completely hide the disfigurement of the right side of the face. "No! I will never go back to Merton Road!" she cried, throwing down the glass; "no one shall see me!"
Her voice recalled him to himself. "Ally," he said, "what am I to think of you? Are you a fool or what?" The sting of it lashed Ally's brain to a retort. "I'd be a fool," she said, "if I cared two straws what you think of me, since you can't see what I am. I'm sorry if I've broken your old hand-glass, though I didn't break it. You broke it yourself."
She attempted to smile as she encountered the eager gaze of curiosity which little Sophie Couteau still fixed upon her: the charming child had come to kiss her that very morning, in her bed. Elise Rouquet, who troubled herself about nobody, was meantime holding her hand-glass, absorbed in the contemplation of her face, which seemed to her to be growing beautiful, now that the sore was healing.
Fuller is a most successful miniature painter. Among her principal works are "Mother and Child," in the collection of Mrs. David P. Kimball, Boston; "Girl with a Hand-Glass," owned by Hearn; and "Girl Drying Her Feet," for which the medal was given in Paris. Mrs. Fuller's miniatures are portraits principally, and are in private hands. Some of her sitters in New York are Mrs.
Then the Lama rubbed fat, soot, and brown colouring-matter into the skin, and when I looked in a small hand-glass I could hardly recognise myself; but I seemed to have a certain resemblance to my two Lamaist retainers. In the afternoon a storm broke out from the north, and we crept early into our little thin tent and slept quietly.
Put this cassock away, and if anybody asks for me say you don't know where I've gone you understand?" "Yes; but are you well, Brother Storm? You look as if you had just been running." There was a hand-glass on the washstand, and John snatched it up and glanced into it and put it down again instantly. His nostrils were quivering, his eyes were ablaze, and the expression of his face was shocking.
In her estimation the occasion was one of pure, unalloyed humiliation, and when she reached the shelter of her cubicle she seized the hand-glass and examined her ruddy head anxiously beneath the electric globe. "It isn't true!" she exclaimed. "The ghost stories tell lies. I don't believe now that anyone's head ever turned white in a night. I can't see a single grey hair."
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