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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Doughnuts with holes in them and sugar sprinkled over the top, and light as a feather; the kind you used to keep in a yellow bowl with a white stripe around it, on the middle shelf in the Wigwam pantry. Gee! But they were good! I've never come across any like them since except in my dreams. And for the second choice let me see!" He pursed up his lips reflectively.
The baroness bent her stately brows, and the twenty rosy lips were all tightly pursed up, to prevent the indecorous exhibition which the wicked courtier had provoked. But it would not do: one and all the twenty lips broke into a smile, but a smile so tortured, constrained, and nipped in the bud, that it only gave an expression of pain to the features it was forbidden to enliven.
She got some writing-paper and pen and ink from the chimney cupboard and sat down at the table. She wrote rapidly, her lips pursed, her head to one side. Then she folded the paper, wrote on the outside, and arranged it conspicuously on the top of a leather-covered Bible on the centre of the table. "There!" said she.
There was always a beaming smile on the merchant's countenance, except when he was engaged in deep thought; then his mouth was pursed and his brows knitted. The small clerk was a thin-bodied, weak-minded, timid boy, of about twelve years of age and of humble origin.
He pursed up his trembling lips and whistled back. "Hi!" came a cautious voice, and the leafy shadows of Old Top waved violently. "You're there, are you? Brother Tim around?" "No," answered Freddy. "Then I'll swing in for a minute." And, with another shake of Old Top, Dan bestrode the window ledge, a most cheery-looking Dan, grinning broadly.
Her passion for caraway seeds, for instance, was uncontrollable. Little bags of them came over to her from Hanover, and she sprinkled them on her bread and butter, her cabbage, and even her roast beef. Lady Flora could not resist a caustic observation; it was repeated to the Baroness, who pursed her lips in fury, and so the mischief grew.
"Well, I didn't at the time, you know. It was of course it was sixteen eighteen years ago," Alice said. And in a whisper she added, "Chris, that girl is eighteen!" Christopher pursed his lips to whistle, but made no sound, and looked into the fire. "You see I was only about thirteen or fourteen," Alice said. "I was going to Miss Bennet's school, and we were all living in the Madison Avenue house.
I saw her box of stationery spilled out over your table when I was in your room yesterday, and it had quite an imposing crest on the paper a unicorn or griffin or something, pawing away at a crown." Mary pursed her lips together thoughtfully. "That might explain it.
"I may, of course, though I don't remember saying anything of the sort, but that would not account for the curiously vivid association which was conjured up." Lewes pursed his lips. "No, no, no," he said. "But that is hardly ground for argument, is it?"
Barnham raised a fat hand and wheezed in an effort at intense enjoyment of the reply. "So I have so I have. I merely asked that to be asking. Now, to be serious, have n't you some enemies, Mr. Fairchild?" "Have I?" "I was merely asking." "And I judged from your question that you seemed to know." "So I do. And one friend." Barnham pursed his heavy lips and nodded in an authoritative manner.
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