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"Yes," Algernon prolonged an affirmative, to diminish the confidence it might inspire, if possible. "May I speak with you, sir?" Algernon told him to follow in. The man was tall and large-featured, with an immense blank expression of face. "I've come from Mr. Samuels, sir," he said, deferentially. Mr. Samuels was Algernon's chief jeweller. "Oh," Algernon remarked.
From the Treasury Bench there stood a tall, slight, and rather delicate figure. The face, long, large-featured, hatchet-shaped, was surmounted with a mass of curling-hair; altogether, there was a suggestion of what Disraeli looks like in that picture of him as a youth which contrasts so strangely and sadly with the figure and the face we all knew in his later days. This was Lord Ribblesdale.
She was a lank woman, with a long, scrawny figure which appeared to have run entirely to muscle, and very full skirts that always sagged below the belt-line in the back. Her face was like that of a man large-featured, impressive, and not without a ruddy masculine comeliness. "It's my duty that's brought me, Mr. Fletcher," she began, as they shook hands.
Carl's unconscious rebel band was the group of rowdyish freshmen who called themselves "the Gang," and loafed about the room of their unofficial captain, John Terry, nicknamed "the Turk," a swarthy, large-featured youth with a loud laugh, a habit of slapping people upon the shoulder, an ingenious mind for deviltry, and considerable promise as a football end.
It would be well to make Ferrier more aware than he was of that fact. In the midst of his thoughts the door opened, and Barrington a man showing in his dark-skinned, large-featured alertness the signs of Jewish pliancy and intelligence walked in. "Are you up to conversation?" he said, laughing. "You look pretty done!"
His face, large-featured and originally comely in outline, wore the unmistakable look of the outcast. His eyes were bloodshot, his mouth trembled, so did his limbs as he stood peering by the door. His clothes were squalid, and both they and his person diffused the odours of the drinking bar from which he had just come.
A horse-wrangler named Hurley, a man of bad repute, as much outlaw as anything, took up the bantering. "Say, Shefford, what in the hell's your job here, anyway?" he queried as he kicked a cedar branch into the camp-fire. The brightening blaze showed him swarthy, unshaven, a large-featured, ugly man. "I've been doing odd jobs for Withers," replied Shefford.
As he spoke, the door opened and an officer announced "The President." The ungainly length of Lincoln appeared. A quiet smile lingered on the large-featured face, with some humorous appreciation of the War Secretary's evident annoyance at this abrupt visit. Mr. Stanton's greeting as he rose was as the Colonel thought coldly civil. "My friend, Colonel Penhallow, sir."
I found myself looking with a curious impersonal interest upon this heavy, large-featured countenance, always heretofore so deeply flushed with color, and now coarsely blotched with varying depths of pallor. "Doubtless it would be best to leave you here. None of your party will straggle this way. They have all fled. You can lie here and think of your misdeeds until "
Having accomplished his work Esperance drew back, like a worshipper recoiling in terror after touching the goddess. At this moment a man made his way through the crowd. He was dressed in an old-fashioned livery. His face was large-featured and solemn, but now contracted with terror. "Are you hurt?" he cried, as he reached Jane. Two persons started on hearing this voice one was Jane.
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