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She laughed when nothing amusing had taken place, rolled her eyes, spoke with puckered lips, shook her hips when she walked, and never lost a chance to show her learning. As they were coming home on the train, she said she felt she would like to ride in a chaise, but there would have to be two horses and a coachman with a tile hat.
There was perfect unison of ill-grace and senility about them; their faces, as faded as their threadbare coats, as creased as their trousers, were worn-out, shrivelled-up, and puckered.
The whole family was gathered there: Uncle Dan, with his six feet of yeoman manhood, bald and rufous-gray; Aunt Deborah, with her child's figure and the kind old face framed in the ringlets of her younger days; the girls and the boys, a houseful of them, ranging in years from six-and-twenty to four or five, and every face was puckered with laughter, and every hand and voice applauded.
Brellier has given, but I am anxious to save that boy from the hands of the law, and for that reason no stone must be left unturned, no secret kept silent. Carry your mind back to that time, and tell me if that is true." She puckered her brows together as if in perplexity and tapped one slim, perfectly-manicured finger against her white teeth.
"Why do you suppose that you were sent to Springfield?" she asked. "With an important communication for Mr. Lincoln," he answered. "And that most important communication was your self. There, now, I have told you," said Virginia. "Was myself? I don't understand." Virginia puckered her lips. "Then you haven't the sense I thought you had," she replied impatiently. "Do you know what was in that note?
With an odd sense of detachment, of critical remoteness and contempt she glanced at him as he sat stupidly absorbed in his newspaper, his face puckered, his lips pursed, and Ditmar rose before her Ditmar, the embodiment of an indomitableness that refused to be beaten and crushed.
"It's too bad you didn't bring a letter or two. One would have made it easy work. You look as well as any of them, and you've got the boodle. Where did you come from, anyway?" "New York." Chapman puckered his lips about his cigar. "That's bad. It's harder for a non-commissioned New-Yorker to get into society than for a district-attorney to get into heaven.
Doctor Jorce listened with the greatest attention, his little face puckered up into a grim smile, and shook his head when the barrister ended his recital. "A bad world, Mr. Denzil, a bad world!" he said, rising. "Come with me, and I'll take you to see my patient." "But what do you think of it all?" said Denzil, eager for some comment.
"Till I get back. I aim to take Miss Selmer home." Johnny's lips were still puckered; his face still held the glow of elation. But his eyes looked down sidelong, searching Bland's face for his inmost thought. Bland was staring, loose-lipped, incredulous. "Aw, say! D'yuh think I'll swallow that?" There was a threatening note beneath the whine of his voice. "If you don't choke.
"Alma Mater, Dexter darling, do re mi O dear! It's much harder to write than I supposed. I wonder why! When your heart is full of love, why should it be hard to express it?" Catherine Smith, sitting on the top step of the porch of her home, Three Gables, bent her red-gold head over the pad of paper on her knee and wrote painfully, her forehead puckered earnestly.
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