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"Humph," he commented, "yet she must have relations. She does not look the friendless waif type." Nurse Taylor pursed up her lips. She had her own opinion as to the patient in bed 14. "There was the unfortunate circumstance of her condition," she mentioned; "the girl may very well have been desperate and lonely." "Anyway, she hasn't any right to be left like this," the doctor retorted.
"You left London," he remarked tersely, "on December first. It is to-day February twentieth. Do you wish me to understand that you have been at Bordighera and San Remo all that time?" "How did you know when I left London?" Hunterleys demanded. Mr. Draconmeyer pursed his lips. "I heard of your departure from London entirely by accident," he said.
"I don't know them" and the lips pursed up finished many a reputation, and I heard more about money and position than I ever heard in my life before. "Bunty" and I used to say that the world was inhabited by "nice people and very nice people," and once she added a third class, "fearfully nice people." That is a world one used to inhabit. I suppose one must make the best of this one!
I don't quite like the look of things. Letters not being forwarded ha!" "But near Monte Carlo!" "Is it near Monte Carlo?" He pursed his lips and went into the club looking grave, while Craven went out into the night. It was black and damp. The pavement seemed sweating. The hands of both autumn and winter were laid upon London.
The hotel man won and lost, his face always inscrutable, tilted sidewise as he closed one eye against the up-curling smoke from the cigar which he turned round and round between his pursed lips.
The wounded man had not been anesthetized and seemed feebly conscious of what was being done to save him. All were now bending over the two. Dr. Morton bent closest over Elaine. He looked at her anxiously, felt her pulse, watched her breathing, then pursed up his lips. "This is dangerous," he ventured, gazing askance at the grim Clutching Hand.
Every time that echo of youth and gayety penetrated into the oak-raftered dining-room, Master Hymn-of-Praise Busy pursed his thick lips in disapproval, whilst the younger man, had he dared, would no doubt have gone to the window, and leaning out as far as safety would permit, have tried to catch a glimpse of the skittle alley and of a light-colored kirtle gleaming among the trees.
Torridon's name is suggested for the bill, we must approach the most powerful friends we can lay hold on, to use their influence against his inclusion. Have you any such, sir?" he added, looking at Sir James sharply over the quill. The old man shook his head. "I know no one," he said. The lawyer pursed his lips. "Then we must do the best we can.
I suppose I am only one of a dozen or so, but you are the only girl in the world. You know I love you, don't you, dear?" Sam was whistling, an irritating bird call, over and over. She pursed her red lips and answered him in kind. It was more than I could endure. "Sam or no Sam," I said firmly, "I am going to kiss you!" But Sam's voice came strident through the megaphone.
Dave was whittling, his lips pursed up as he whistled softly in an absent-minded sort of way. "Dave," exclaimed the Doctor, "there's something in the way you sit there, whittling and whistling that brings little old Provincetown right up before my eyes.
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