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But before the words were well out of his mouth, we all became aware of a new presence a woman, whose somber grace and quiet bearing gave distinction to her unobtrusive entrance, and caused a feeling of something like awe to follow the first sight of her cold features and deep, heavily-fringed eyes.
He gulped a little of the drink, and, dropping the heavily-fringed eyelids, so that he appeared to be asleep, muttered: "I suppose I haven't a dog's chance. Find out if I'm done for. Find out for me, please." "I asked the doctor before I came to you, old chap."
The monk's eyes flashed beneath their heavily-fringed lids; the fire that glowed in them was of a strange and sombre kind. Raymond turned his pure young face, full of passionate admiration and reverence, towards the fine but terribly stern countenance of the ecclesiastic. A painter would have given much to have caught the expression upon those two faces at that moment.
Germain, a brunette with the power of glowing, coloured becomingly, and veiled her fine eyes with somewhat heavy and heavily-fringed eye-lids. "Oh, yes," she said, "I have known him for a long time." "Met him abroad, I suppose tinkering round, as he does. The everlasting loafer, artist, tinker, poet, gardener.
Her full, soft lips were slightly parted; her heavily-fringed eyelids closed; her deep brown hair, which had escaped bounds a little, drooping over her ear. His fingers suddenly clasped hers tightly. "Beatrice!" he whispered. She sat up with a start, her eyes questioning his, the breath coming quickly through her parted lips. "Once you asked me to kiss you, Beatrice," he said.
Miss Vibart stares, forgetting her usually very charming manners for the moment, and then drops her heavily-fringed lids over her eyes. "By-the-by," says Dulce, breaking in upon what threatens to be an awkward pause, "how d'ye do? I don't believe I have said that yet."
But before the words were well out of his mouth we all became aware of a new presence a woman, whose sombre grace and quiet bearing gave distinction to her unobtrusive entrance, and caused a feeling of something like awe to follow the first sight of her cold features and deep, heavily-fringed eyes.
She took off her neat little chip bonnet, adorned with the sprigs of wallflower, folded up her lavender gloves, and put back her heavily-fringed old-fashioned parasol in its case. Then she went down to the drawing-room; she sighed heavily as she did so. Poor thing; she had no money of her own, and was absolutely dependent on Mrs.
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