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Updated: May 16, 2025
She appeared so changed since the day of the picnic that I should scarcely have known her for the same person; it seemed incredible that three days could make such a difference in a bright, healthy, vigorous girl. All her youthful vivacity was gone; she was pale and spiritless with deep rings beneath her eyes and the lids red with crying.
Of a Black Hand and a Face behind a grating; They will dream of cotton petals, endless, crimson, suffocating, Never of a wild rose thicket, nor the singing of a cricket; But the ambulance will bellow through the wanness of their dreams, And their tired lids will flutter with the street's hysteric screams
She lifted her lids and glanced about drowsily, then propped herself on one elbow. Her sleep-laden eyes fell upon the white light slanting across the rough shanty floor. Suddenly, like a dark ghost, a shadow darted into it the shadow of a human head. At the first glimpse at it, Tessibel looked cautiously toward the window, and there, as in a frame, was a face a man's face.
Macdougal's eyes waxed to their greatest dimensions to express terror, distress, all the excitement of the accident, and were veiled under their white lids and heavy lashes to convey some idea of the grief that would have lacerated that gentle breast had Lucy Woodrow perished in the cruel sea. 'Ah, Mr. Done, I, too, owe you a debt of gratitude! she continued. 'The poor girl is in my care.
She drooped the lids over her rebellious eyes, lest he should detect her wounded feelings and her resentment. "I assumed so," said he, with a secret smile. "Well, if you wish to please me, you'll give your time to practical things things that'll make you more interesting and make us both more comfortable. It was all very well to dream, while you had little to do and small opportunity.
But her lips were somewhat pale with emotion; she pressed her lids tightly together as if every word cost her a prodigious effort, as if every one of them tore out part of her soul. Her lashes, as they met, revealed in the corner of her eyes lines that seemed to indicate fatigue, recent tears, sudden age. The Spaniard was at last able to understand what she was saying.
It was then I made up my mind to do anything to get the money.... You see I knew he could never be happy here unless the old wrongs were righted first. I saw I must do all that; and when, after my uncle's death, I found that I was rich really rich, I came here as soon as I could. There wasn't any time to lose." She fell silent, her eyes shining luminously under half closed lids.
It was his turn to be grave now and she glanced at him with a gleam of satisfaction beneath her lids. She was not content with that, however, but wished to make him angry. So she laughed again and they would have quarrelled if he had not kept his lips firmly closed and looked straight in front of him. They passed between the unfinished ruin known as the Italian house and the rampart.
A rustle followed, and an opening of desks; behind the lifted lids which momentarily screened the heads bent down to search for exercise-books, I heard tittering and whispers. "Eulalie, je suis prete a pamer de rire," observed one. "Comme il a rougi en parlant!" "Oui, c'est un veritable blanc-bec." "Tais-toi, Hortense il nous ecoute."
She was dressed in a black satin morning gown, the sleeves, great monster things, were heavy with the mass of her soft flesh. She sat there always, large, helpless, gentle. She had a fair, soft, regular, good-looking face, with pleasant, empty, grey-blue eyes, and heavy sleepy lids. Behind Miss Mary was the little Jane, nervous and jerky with excitement as she saw Anna come into the room.
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