hawk-look

Updated: April 30, 2025

This had led to a brief interlude. Mr. Bazalguet had caught the words. "Papers? What papers?" he asked. "Newspapers?" "No, sir," said Sergeant Weeks. "They were writings. Poetry and the like and foreign tongues." The bench sat up, and now Glyde had the hawk-look in his light eyes. Ingram stifled a yawn, and impressed the Bench. Mr.

Maurice Henry Hewlett - Rest Harrow : A Comedy of Resolution