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"Why don't that extravagant fellow get you a servant?" he asked impatiently one mild afternoon. She had thrown something over her head to run out for a while. "I don't know," said the pale Bessie, wearily, staring away with her heavy-lidded, grey, and unexpectant glance. There were always smudgy shadows under her eyes, and she did not seem able to see any change or any end to her life.
"Dew on a duck's back, my friend," she observed, serenely. "Cousin, if I were fashioned for evil I had been tainted long since." She sat up straight and swept the table with a heavy-lidded, insolent glance, eyebrows raised. The cold purity of her profile, the undimmed innocence, the childish beauty of the curved cheek, touched me to the quick.
He tried to dwell on his aversions for her. She had once used an expletive in his presence that had sickened him, and, noting its effect, she had not reiterated. The unfastidious brunette roots to her light hair. That sink with the grease-rimmed old beer! But then: her eyes where the brows slid down to make them heavy-lidded. That bit of blue vein in the crotch of her elbow. That swany arch.
Her face is of the round cherubic type, and her large heavy-lidded eyes have a touch of demureness veiling humour no less deep than Luccia's, but more reflective, chuckling quietly to itself, though on occasion I know no one better to laugh with, even giggle with, than Irene.
Joses patted the drinking horse. "There's the beauty," he said. "Suck it down. It'll give you pleasant dreams." Four-Pound-the-Second had his fill by now and moved away. Joses picked up his twitch and made for the door. Monkey placed himself between the fat man and the exit, heavy-lidded, stertorous, and menacing. "One thing," he said. "What's that?"
There was a hurt, the pain of which she could not ease by any mental process. Grief and anger by turns mastered her, and at daybreak she rose, heavy-lidded and physically weary.
Eileen, pale and heavy-lidded, looked in on her way to some afternoon affair, nodding unsmiling at Boots. "Have you been rifling the pantry, too?" he whispered. "You lack your usual chromatic symphony." "No, Boots; I'm just tired. If I wasn't physically afraid of Drina, I'd get you to run off with me anywhere. . . . What is that letter, Nina? For me?" "It's for Phil. Boots brought it around.
I wonder now why I sent for you, but I am miserable. She looked up at him heavy-lidded. There was concern in his voice as he answered her. 'If I told you all, she went on, 'you would not believe me. I am now to-night in great danger. 'In danger? Here? where you are surrounded by friends, replied Rallywood, beginning to wish himself well out of it.
Roger Hapgood lifted his pale, heavy-lidded eyes from the pages of his magazine and regarded Conniston with a look from which not all reproach had yet gone. "I hope you've been enjoying yourself in this Eden of yours," he said, sourly. Conniston sent his hat spinning across the room, to lodge behind the bed, and laughed. "You've called the turn, Sobersides!
In fact, in his heavy-lidded eyes and about his thick lips came a look which repelled her a little. "I shouldn't wonder if even you might get feeling young again," she thought to herself disgustedly. "But I guess I can attend to that!" "Yes, sir, fifteen dollars a week," she was saying meanwhile in a firm brisk tone of voice.
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