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Updated: May 13, 2025
'Not if the work be left unfinished. Did never the healer of sick pearls tell thee so? Comes another Sahib! Ah! This was a tallish, sallowish District Superintendent of Police belt, helmet, polished spurs and all strutting and twirling his dark moustache. 'What fools are these Police Sahibs! said Kim genially. E23 glanced up under his eyelids. 'It is well said, he muttered in a changed voice.
A youngish sallowish gentleman in spectacles, with a lumpy forehead, seated in a supplementary chair at a corner of the table, here caused a profound sensation by saying, in a raised voice, 'ESKER, and then stopping dead. 'Mais oui, said the foreign gentleman, turning towards him. 'Est-ce que? Quoi donc?
Her men did not eye her directly when she addressed them, and thus the proprieties were more or less observed. A dark, sallowish District Superintendent of Police, faultlessly uniformed, an Englishman, trotted by on a tired horse, and, seeing from her retinue what manner of person she was, chaffed her. 'O mother, he cried, 'do they do this in the zenanas?
When he talked he tossed back his head and stuck out his sharp-bearded chin. She was not sure that she liked his eyes. Hot black. Smoky blurs like breath on glass. Old, tired eyelids. Or his funny, sallowish face, narrowing to the black chin-beard. Ugly one minute, nice the next. It moved too much. He could say all sorts of things with it and with his shoulders and his hands. Mrs.
He had scattered some more powder on the coals, and it may have been that the smoke got into her eyes, and confused her ideas of colour, but Miss Letitia was struck with a fervid and otherwise unaccountable admiration for the paper ends of the cracker, which were most unusually ugly. One was of a sallowish salmon-colour, and transparent, the other was of brick-red paper with a fringe.
He was still some distance off; but it was possible to make out that he was sallowish in complexion, wore a trimmed beard, and had something of a long throat. Father Campion stared at him a moment, and, as he stared, Marjorie heard Mr. Babington utter a sudden exclamation.
Presently, down the steps and across the lawn, Anne's father came towards her, grave, handsome, and alone. Handsome even after fifteen years of India. Handsomer than when he was young. More distinguished. Eyes lighter in the sallowish bronze. She liked his lean, eager, deerhound's face, ready to start off, sniffing the trail. A little strained, leashed now, John's eagerness.
He saw what she saw: the immense coffin set up on trestles at the foot of the bed; the sheeted body packed tight in the padded white lining, the hands, curling a little, smooth and stiff, the hands of a wax figure; the firm, sallowish white face; the brown stains, like iodine, about the nostrils; the pale under lip pushed out, proudly.
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