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Then he suddenly remembered, and, as if to propitiate his own reproof, he went on: "I saw the Secretary of State, and he assured me, very civilly, that not even the highest personage in the land...." He dropped his voice, "Jackie, boy," he said, his narrow-lidded eyes peering miserably across at me, "there's not even hope of a reprieve afterwards." I leaned my face wearily against the iron bars.
The old pale, faded, narrow-lidded father who was blinking and nodding at me had been one of the best raconteurs that ever was. I knew how. In the black shadows of the wall of the court I could feel the eyes upon me; I could see the parted lips of the young girl as she leaned further towards me.
Yes, bring the deliverer in; he would feast his eyes, the narrow-lidded eyes, upon the man whose young love might have conquered over all his diplomacy, and who would go forth from his hands branded as a felon. The probing of the already condemned man elicited nothing beyond a repeated denial of theft.
I think he was writing an epic poem, and I think he was happy in an ineffectual way. He had thin red hair, untidy for want of a valet, a shining, delicate, hooked nose, narrow-lidded blue eyes, and a face with the colour and texture of a white-heart cherry. He used to spend his days in a hooded chair.
"Go on," commanded the Billionaire, in a badgering tone. "What are the processes?" He eyed Herzog as though the man had been an ox, a dog or even some inanimate object, coldly and with narrow-lidded condescension. To him, in truth, men were no more than Shelley's "plow or sword or spade" for his own purpose things to serve him and to be ruled or broken as best served his ends. "Go on!
Tell you what, Ryan. I'll do a little trouble-shooting here while you cook supper. How'll that be?" That wouldn't be, if Casey could prevent it. His pale, narrow-lidded eyes dwelt upon Nolan unwinkingly. "Well, mebby I'm kind of a crank about my car," he hedged, with a praiseworthy calmness. "Fords is like horses, to me.
But the watch came, and, in short on such an occasion as this there is no time for words I passed the night in the watch-house. Many and many a night I passed there when I and Lord But I am losing time." "You ain't fit to walk the streets of London alone, sir," the turnkey said. My father gave him a corner of his narrow-lidded eyes.
To be possessed of calm where all was nervous strain was something. Suddenly the unimpassioned face lighted up; the narrow-lidded eyes gleamed with brightened interest. As eagerly as a boy their owner, Crane, came forward and saluted Allis. At that instant the man of many words on her left rose from his seat to chase through the interminable crowd on the lawn a new victim.
The mother's talk depressed Allis greatly. Why should this troublesome matter come to her when she had so much to bear, so much to do. It gave her quite a shock to find that as her mother talked she was not thinking of Crane at all. She could not picture his face, even; just the narrow-lidded eyes peeped at her in her thoughts once or twice; it would be horrible to look into them forever and ever.
The narrow-lidded eyes had closed perceptibly when their owner talked of the alternative. He, Crane, loved her she felt that was true. He was rich; for her father, for her brother, for herself, even for Mortimer, he would use his wealth.
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