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You say she was dining there? There's music afterward; I believe I had a card from her." He glanced at the foolish pink-faced clock that was drumming out this hideous hour. "A quarter past ten? I might look in there now; the Fisher evenings are amusing. I haven't kept you up too late, Gerty? You look tired I've rambled on and bored you."
The pink-faced young Englishman, fresh from the old country, could not conceal in his face and attitude the fact that he was walking in the presence of the gallows whenever he entered the room. He was, as he had confided in Cardigan, "beastly hit up" over the thing.
The pink-faced young Englishman, fresh from the old country, could not conceal in his face and attitude the fact that he was walking in the presence of the gallows whenever he entered the room. He was, as he had confided in Cardigan, "beastly hit up" over the thing.
"With a sword one may pick a cork from a bottle; with a sword one may toast cheese about the Twelfth Night fire; and with a sword one may spit a man, Master Mervale, ay, even an ambling, pink-faced, lisping lad that cannot boo at a goose, Master Mervale. I have no inclination, Master Mervale, just now, for either wine or toasted cheese."
'Then it is I, not thou, that love them, Katharine said; 'for I, not thou, shall carry on the work for which they died. 'Oh gaping, pink-faced fool! Cicely Elliott sneered at her. She began to laugh, holding her black sides in, her face thrown back. Then she closed her mouth and stood smiling. 'You were made for a preacher, coney, she said.
"We'll put these patent leathers gently into the river, or on a shelf, until I face the East again," he said, half apologetically. Then with a quick burst of English simplicity, he said: "Oh, Banty, I want to be one of you!" "And you're going to be one of us," said that sturdy young Westerner. "In fact, Con well, you just are one of us," he added. The lanky, pink-faced boy grew pinker.
What a nuisance! Can anybody get me any from anywhere?" "I'll find you some in half a jiff," said Dorrie Barnes, whisking off immediately. Since the formation of the Junior Rainbow League, Dorrie had taken a liking to Lispeth which amounted to absolute infatuation. She followed her like a pink-faced shadow, and was always at her elbow, sometimes at convenient and sometimes at embarrassing moments.
The real Phoebe is visible only through a very good telescope. "About a year afterward," continued Captain Maloné, "I was walking down a street that crossed the Poydras Market. An immensely stout, pink-faced lacy in black satin crowded me from the narrow sidewalk with a frown. Behind her trailed a little man laden to the gunwales with bundles and bags of goods and vegetables.
She rushed to the door and flung it wide. And the next moment, fairly bouncing in, and looking as pink-faced, and white-spatted, and dapper as ever, was none other than Mr. Perkins. The dude had whipped his man. A CHORUS of happy cries greeted him: "Dearest!" "Oh, gee!" "Satan's defeated!" "Goli'th wass licked, und David wass boss!" "Whoopee!" Then, great excitement. Cis ran to Mr.
Much less could the pink-faced Derby boys understand and so I suppose thought, because the crisis had synchronized with the European war and was aimed at a state of things tolerated by English rule, it was therefore only another indication of Ireland's double dose of original sin, which always drove her to disloyalty to her benefactor. Dr.
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