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I have gotten my feet wet. Will you tell Mammy Chloe not to whip Miranda? Here is Uncle Edward!" Major Edward Churchill entered from the garden, for which he had an attachment almost comparable to his love for the old Fontenoy library and the Fontenoy stables. He was a gentleman of the old school, slight, withered, high-nosed and hawk-eyed, dressed with precision and carrying an empty sleeve.
You tell me, that even supposing I could educate my daughter so as to raise her above the common faults and follies of her sex; even supposing I could give her an enlarged understanding, and literature free from pedantry, she would be in danger of becoming unhappy, because she would not, amongst her own sex, find friends suited to her taste, nor amongst ours, admirers adequate to her expectations: you represent her as in the situation of the poor flying-fish, exposed to dangerous enemies in her own element, yet certain, if she tries to soar above them, of being pounced upon by the hawk-eyed critics of the higher regions.
So the old brig slid lazily up the river, beneath the high and beauteous banks, and as between the puffs of wind we lay there in the mid-channel, the mate, a dark, hawk-eyed man, at whom Effie liked well to toss a merry mock, and with whom, sometimes stealing up, she would pace the deck in hours of fair weather, a man whose face was like a rock that once was smitten with sunshine, never since, a sad man, with a wrathful lip even when he spoke us fair, the mate handed me his glass and bade me look, while he went to the side and bent over there with Effie, gazing down into the sun-brown, idle current.
"You are welcome, mam'selle," he said hurriedly. "Mos' welcome. It is unfortunate . . ." "Captain Sefton," went on the girl quite calmly, "will you see what you can do for that man? He is losing a great deal of blood." Captain Sefton, a thin, hawk-eyed man with a coppery Vandyke beard, shrugged his shoulders distastefully but passed her, drawing near Dave Drennen.
This time von Sperrgebiet returned from comparing the sounding with the chart, wearing a distinctly worried expression. The hawk-eyed seaman beside him on the bridge gave an ejaculation and pointed ahead. "Land, Herr Kapitan!" he said. "Fool!" replied his Captain. "Idiot! How can there be land there unless" he glanced inside the binnacle half contemptuously "unless the compasses are mad or I am."
We stood silent for a while, our attention caught by a quarrel which had suddenly come out of the doorway. One of the men was Jim Willis, my friend of Clark's campaign, who had a Henderson claim near Shawanee Springs. The other was the hawk-eyed man of whom Mr. Boone had spoken, and fragments of their curses reached us where we stood.
With a few brief words of counsel, and a nod of his stately head, McPherson, the splendid light of battle on his brow, gallops away to reform these broken lines. The eye of the chief must animate his corps. Hawk-eyed Sherman watches the glorious young general as he turns into the forest. A grim look settles on the general's face. He runs his eye over the map.
And as he picked them up one by one, handling them with his strong and expert fingers and testing each with a hawk-eyed scrutiny, a most curious and subtle change stole over the Butterfly Man. I felt as if I were witnessing the evocation of something superhuman.
When the fairy prince came and kissed it, there was no telling to what beauty it would awake. The fairy prince! That was going to be our friend Theophil, of course. Well, of course, though it's a little early on to admit it. However, I am unequal to the task of concealing from the hawk-eyed reader through a succession of chapters that Jenny and Theophil were to be each other's "fates."
"My friend is afraid lest the damp should injure their colours. Ain't you, Brown?" "Yes, I am, Somers," I replied, taking his cue and shutting the tin case with a snap. Then the hawk-eyed person departed, also grumbling, for that story about the damp stuck in his throat. "Orchidist!" whispered the young man. "Dreadful people, orchidists, so jealous. Very rich, too, both of them. Mr.
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