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Updated: June 26, 2025
His face is a richly burnished mahogany and tells little of his years until he smiles; then from brow to pointed chin it cracks into a million tiny wrinkles, an intricate network of them framing his little black eyes, which are lashless, and radiating from the small mouth to the high cheek bones of his race.
"There is a way from here," he muttered. "Nor does it pass through Them. I can show it to you." I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot across the wrinkled face. "Where does that way lead?" I asked. "There were those who sought us; men clad in armor with javelins and arrows. Does your way lead to them, Yuruk?" For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed.
The bare wood of the desk aggravated the sound, and, in the stillness of the little room, the noise pounded exasperatingly on the ear-drums. From time to time he turned his great head, and his lashless eyes peered over at the paper dial of the clock. Once or twice he stirred with a suggestion of impatience.
It's a poor present, that!" said Lasse, blinking his red, lashless eyelids. Beyond this the boy did not come in for anything better on that day than usual, but all the same he had a solemn feeling all day. The sun never failed to shine was even unusually bright; and the animals looked meaningly at him while they lay munching.
There was no answer, and she continued in a trembling voice: "I went to get those powders I'd put away in father's old spectacle-case, top of the china-closet, where I keep the things I set store by, so's folks shan't meddle with them " Her voice broke, and two small tears hung on her lashless lids and ran slowly down her cheeks.
But sap must rise ere buds may break, Or cubs fare forth, or bees awake, Or lean buck spurn the ling! "Kurram Khan!" the lashless mullah howled, like a lone wolf in the moonlight, and King stood up. It is one of the laws of Cocker, who wrote the S. S. Code, that a man is alive until he is proved dead, and where there is life there is opportunity.
His red, lashless eyes kept watering with the prolonged staring, and he wiped them with the mouth of the coarse dirty sack. "Do you see that one there?" he suddenly asked the boy, pointing to a fat little farmer with apple-cheeks. "I should think he'd be kind to children. Shall we try him, laddie?" The boy nodded gravely, and they made straight for the farmer.
"Their name is legion, for they are many." "Name a few. Was I as good-looking as that, for instance?" He smiled a wise, old, woman-searching smile. "You were better-looking than that," he said, with a glance beneath his lashless lids. "Moreover, there was more of the grand lady about you. You behaved better.
He licked his teeth suggestively, as a wolf does when he contemplates a meal. Then, as an afterthought, as though ashamed, "I love thee! Thou art a man after my own heart! But I am her man! Wait and see!" The mullah in the arena, blinking with his lashless eyes, held both arms up for silence in the attitude of a Christian priest blessing a congregation.
His red, lashless eyes kept watering with the prolonged staring, and he wiped them with the mouth of the coarse dirty sack. "Do you see that one there?" he suddenly asked the boy, pointing to a fat little farmer with apple-cheeks. "I should think he'd be kind to children. Shall we try him, laddie?" The boy nodded gravely, and they made straight for the farmer.
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