Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
"Could the wound have been self-inflicted?" asked Merrington. Dr. Holmes pursed his lips. "I can form no definite opinion on that point," he said. "By the direction of the bullet, I should say not." "Have you found the bullet?" "No, it is in the body.
Lucy bowed demurely to the boy, who held out his hand laughing. "Oh! Ernest and myself are sworn friends," he said; "and the fact is, Miss Lucy, I had serious doubts whether I should not kiss you I love you so much for Ernest's sake!" And Hoffland pursed up his lips, prepared for all things.
"It isn't just the spine trouble, Mr. O'Neill," he said. "With that alone he'd likely linger on for years. And it isn't the trouble here in his chest. That's chronic and unimportant. It's the brandy. He drinks a quart a night and he won't give it up." "I know." The doctor shook his head and pursed his lips. "I think he'll just slip away without regaining consciousness. Pulse is barely a flutter.
Davenant pursed her lips somewhat over the assertion, and remarked that Major Merryon's wife was plainly more at home with men than women. Captain Silvester was so openly out of temper over her absence that it was evident she had been "leading him on with utter heartlessness," and now, it seemed, she meant to have the whole mess at her beck and call.
My dear girl, is the rheumatism so bad?" Sophie twisted her head this way and that, her lips pursed in warning. "S-sh! Be careful! You never know who is about. I am rather stiff to-day. This raw fog has been the last straw. I shall be all right when we get through this month. I hate March! It finds out all the weak spots. Please, Claire, don't take any notice.
Yet why should he complain? we receive consolation in this world for the very purpose of preparing us against trouble to come. Juba was a tall, swarthy, wild-looking youth. He was holding his head on one side as he sat, and his face towards the roof; he nodded obliquely, arched his eyebrows, pursed up his lips, and crossed his arms, while he gave utterance to a strange, half-whispered laugh.
Georgina pushed the frying-pan to the back of the stove where it was cooler, and with her red lips pursed into a tight line, chose another egg, smote it sharply on the edge of the pan, thereby cracking it and breaking the shell into halves. Her thumbs punched through into the yolk of this one also, but by letting part of the shell drop with it, she managed to land it all in the pan.
She had a liking for poetry, and sometimes quoted the stuff in defiance of his pursed mouth and pained murmur: "I am no poet;" but his poetry of the enclosed and fortified bower, without nonsensical rhymes to catch the ears of women, appeared incomprehensible to her, if not adverse.
"Well, nothing interesting ever has happened in my humdrum life before." But old Naylor pursed up his lips in contempt of her fencing. "It did seem to me a great a great experience. Not the burglars and all that though some of the things, like the water-butt, did amuse me very much but our being apart from all the world, there by ourselves, against the whole world in a way, Mr. Naylor."
Claire deliberated, with pursed lips. "No. I expected so much; I always do. But much better than other people expected for me. Theoretically it's a fine life. There are times when it seems that nothing could be finer. But " "But what?" "I don't think it's quite satisfying, as a whole life!" "Does anyone suppose it is?" "They try to. They have to. For most teachers there is so little else."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking