Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 26, 2025
A pair of gray eyes, red-rimmed and lashless, looked forlornly out of a countenance which was flattened something after the fashion of a pumpkin, and surmounted by a Don Quixote nose that rose out of it like a monolith above a plain.
It almost seemed as if he said to himself, as he squared his shoulders, "Come, no giving way to old age!" "Has his health been good?" he asked, rather formally. "I believe so, until quite lately. My brother heard yesterday by telegram that he was at Loango in broken health," replied Jocelyn. Sir John was looking at her keenly his hard blue eyes like steel between the lashless lids.
The watchers saw the staring eyes the wide-stretched, lashless lids. His cries died down into gurgles as the mud oozed over into his gaping mouth. Down he went to his dreadful death, until his nostrils filled and only his awful eyes remained above the muck. The watchers did not move. Slowly slowly and silently now the last of him disappeared.
Then he turned his eyes in the direction of the window. Bill said nothing, his face was calm. He intended the money-lender to speak first. The latter seemed indisposed to do so. His lashless eyes gazed steadily out at the prairie beyond. "Lord" Bill's persistent silence at length forced the other into speech. His words came slowly and were frequently punctuated with deep breaths.
Twenty yards away on the far side the path resumed, but there was neither hand nor foothold on the smooth damp walls between. He went back to his men with a shiver between his shoulder-blades, and the mullah, standing in the gap of the mosque wall, blinked at him with lashless eyes. "Many have entered," be chanted maliciously. "Some went out by a different road!" "Come!"
The lashless eyes of the money-lender were bent upon the cards, but he had no difficulty in observing the old man's attention. This unusual attention he set down to a natural excitement. He had not the smallest idea that the old man suspected him. He passed the cards to be cut. The rancher cut them carelessly. He had a natural cut. The pack was nearly halved. Lablache had prepared for this.
After the burning glare on the dry, sandy soil of the town, which, in its barren lack of grass and trees, stared back at the sun like a lidless, lashless eye, the cool shadows of the pines in the gulch were a refreshing change.
"Proof oof oof!" said the stalactites. "Proof! Show us proof!" yelled the crowd. "Words at the gate proof in the cavern!" howled the lashless one. The Pathan next King leaned over to whisper to him again, but stiffened in the act. There was a great gasp the same instant, as the whole crowd caught its breath all together. The mullah in the middle froze into mobility.
The shriveled lips pressed tight against the hard, snag-studded gums, and in the narrow, lashless black eyes glowed the spark of undying hate. The sight of the rushing logs brought bitter memories. These were things of the white man and, among white men, only Lacombie was good and Lacombie was dead.
As he forced his way forward a man passed him up the wooden box that King had used to stand on; he seized it in both hands with a grin and a jest and went to stand behind King and Ismail, in line with the lashless mullah, facing Yasmini. Yasmini smiled at them all as if they were actors in her comedy, and she well pleased with them. "Look ye!" howled the mullah.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking