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Further along clustered the pack, the hounds padding restlessly here and there, but kept within bounds by the occasional crack of a long-lashed crop or a gruff command from one of the whips. Nan was always conscious of a curious intermingling of feeling when, as now, she watched Roger ride away at the head of his hounds.
'When a young man sets himself but whatever she was going to say was broken off by the entrance of her youngest daughter Dolly, with the German governess, followed by the man bearing rose-shaded lamps. Dolly was a vivacious child of about nine, with golden locks which had a pretty ripple in them, and deep long-lashed eyes that promised to be dangerous one day.
"There are evils there, but I am ashamed of my people." The other was about twenty-two years old, slender, kohl-eyed, and black-tressed. She was dressed in the gayest colors of bourgeois fashion in San Francisco, with jade ear-rings and diamond ornaments. Her face was of a lemon-cream hue, with dark shadows under her long-lashed eyes.
And beholding her thus, her lovely face offset by the curtain of her hair, her deep, long-lashed eyes, the vivid scarlet of her mouth, I knew the world might nowhere show me a maid so perfect in beauty nor so vitally a woman. "Martin!" says she very softly, as she began braiding a thick tress of hair. "Have you ever truly loved any woman?" "No," says I, "No!" "Could you so love, I wonder?"
I frowned, made myself long, and confessed I had the honor to be from that city. Whereupon she let her long-lashed eyes take on as ravishing a covetousness as though I had been a pretty baby. "I knew it!" she said delightedly. "But tell me, honor bright," she sparkled with amusement "you're not regularly enlisted, are you?" I clenched my teeth. "I am nineteen, madam."
Palgrave's hair was so scrupulously sleek and wiglike, his features so well-balanced and well-chosen, his wide-set eyes so large and long-lashed, and his fair, soft mustache so miraculously precise. His clothes, too, were a degree more than perfect. They were so right as to be a little freakish because they attracted as much attention as if they were badly cut.
Young, who was so kind about playing ship-coil with you yesterday, and tell her you are glad she is able to be on deck. Then you can go, Amy." Amy turned a pair of beautiful, long-lashed, gray eyes on Imogen. "I'm glad you're better, Miss Young. Mamma and I were sorry you were so sick," she said, with a frank politeness that was charming. "It must be very disagreeable."
"She will, too, Samson, if you do that, I believe," Roxy cried; "see how she's a-smiling and coloring about it." Virgie's throat was sending up its tremors to her long-lashed eyes, and a wild, speculative something throbbed in her slender wrists and beat in the little jacket that was moulded to her swelling form: the first sight of freedom in the wild doe freedom, and a mate. "My soul!"
The fluent grace of the slender young body was charming, but the weariness of grief was shadowed under the long-lashed eyes. She looked around, hesitating. "I have an appointment with Mr. Cunningham," she explained. "My name," answered the young man. "Mr. James Cunningham?" "Afraid you've made a mistake. I'm Jack Cunningham. This is my uncle's office. I'm taking charge of his affairs.
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