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It was half after four when James, having taken a final look at his hands and nails, proceeded to follow William's instructions. He found no one about. Outside the kitchen the lower part of the house was deserted. To reach the library he had to pass through the music-room. He saw the violin-case on the piano, and at once unconsciously pursed his lips into a noiseless whistle.
She would not let him come down the lift with her, so when he had seen the smooth box drop noiselessly below the level, he went back again to his model of the Abbey and the little dummy figures. But, before he began to move these about again, he sat for a moment or two with pursed lips, staring. A week later Mabel awoke about dawn; and for a moment or two forgot where she was.
"It's a howwid failure! The woom looks so stiff and stwaight like a pink box with nothing in it! Mother won't like it a bit. What can we do to make it better?" Peggy scowled, pursed up her lips, pressed her hand to her forehead, and strode up and down the room, rolling her eyes from side to side, and going through all the grimaces of one in search of inspiration.
But, as already stated, the Doctor was in a remarkably gracious mood. When informed by the steward, in fear and trembling, of the man's unexpected take-off, his lips did not so much as form one syllable of censure; nay, they were so pursed that snatches of rag-time floated softly from them, to be broken only by a pleasant query after the health of the other's eldest-born.
One conclusion, however, I have reached: Wellington is preparing in Portugal a snare for Massena's army." "A snare? Hum!" The major pursed his full lips into a smile of scorn. "There cannot be a trap with two exits, my friend. Massena enters Portugal at Almeida and marches to Lisbon and the open sea. He may be inconvenienced or hampered in his march; but its goal is certain.
He pursed up his lips as if to hiss the unfriendly fate, and Daphne felt that he, whose career she had watched from childhood with the interest of affection, and to whom, though she did not confess it even to herself, she had clung for years with far more than sisterly love, needed a kind word.
Brad asked arfter you." "I suppose so," said David impatiently. "But, tell me, Joey, what is his game? What is he in New York for?" The old clown did not answer at once. He pursed his lips and stared in a troubled sort of way at the leg of David's chair. Then he began to fill his pipe. His hand trembled noticeably.
Finally Fred leaned forward and said in a whisper, "Tell me has a snaky-looking dub come into this joint?" Ginger swept the room with her glance. "In a gray derby and a green tie?" "Yes." "He's over in the corner talking to a couple of fly cops." He reached for a cigarette himself. His voice was becoming steadier. "What do you think his game is?" She pursed her lips.
Thank goodness I'm not of the travelling kind; I'm sure I should hide my face for very shame every time I saw a Customs officer." The round, rosy face of the farm-wife assumed a deeper hue, and her still comely lips were pursed into an indignant moue.
I must wish you good-morning, he repeated, hurriedly; and took up his snuff. 'But that is not all? the good woman exclaimed in astonishment. 'At any rate you'll leave your name? Mr. Fishwick pursed up his lips and stared at her gloomily. 'Name? he said at last. 'Yes, ma'am, certainly. Brown. Mr. Peter Brown, the the Poultry 'The Poultry! she cried, gaping at him helplessly.
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