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"You didn't flinch a shade's thickness. Wonderful in a woman!" "It was because I didn't expect it. Oh, you have spoilt my hair!" "Only once more." "No no! I am afraid of you indeed I am!" she cried. "I won't touch you at all not even your hair. I am only going to kill that caterpillar settling on you. Now: still!"
"You didn't flinch a shade's thickness. Wonderful in a woman!" "It was because I didn't expect it. O, you have spoilt my hair!" "Only once more." "No no! I am afraid of you indeed I am!" she cried. "I won't touch you at all not even your hair. I am only going to kill that caterpillar settling on you. Now: still!"
The next moment they closed this disparted seam in their drapery, and opened a side one upon the still, grave faces of the surrounding mountains; and, for a few minutes, the smile went round from one to the other, and the great centurions of the hills looked happy and almost human in the gleam. Then shade's turn came in the play, and it played its part as perfectly as light.
"Now here is something really beautiful," he was saying in a slightly hoarse yet persuasive voice. "This lamp has a base of real Chinese porcelain. Old Chinese porcelain and that's the most valuable, as all of you here know. Probably should be in a museum. Shade's a bit worn but it's easy enough to get one of those.
What do you make of that?" Pap stared at the thin strips of metal lying in Shade's hard, brown palm. "The little liar!" he breathed. "She told me she got it up herself." He glared at the bits of steel with protruding eyes, and breathed hard. "Well, she didn't," Shade countered swiftly, taking advantage of the turn things were showing.
"Where is Shade Buckheath?" whispered Johnnie. "Shade's been out with mighty nigh every crowd that went," Laurella told her. "Mr. Hardwick pays them wages, just the same as if they were in the mill. Shade's going with Gid this morning, in Mr. Stoddard's automobile." "Are they gone oh, are they gone?" Johnnie sprang to her feet in dismay, and stood staring a moment.
"Shade!" wily Arch purposely spoke loud enough for Shade's wife to hear, and he saw her thin, worn, shrewish face turn eagerly "I'll give ye just fifty dollars to stay here in the house an' git well fer two more weeks. You know why, an' you know hit's wuth it to me. What you say?" Shade rubbed his stubbled chin ruminatively and his wife Mandy broke in sharply: "Take it, you fool!"
"But now I think o't my shadder last night seemed just the shape of a coffin. What is it a sign of when your shade's like a coffin, neighbours? It can't be nothing to be afeared of, I suppose?" "Afeared, no!" said the Grandfer. "Faith, I was never afeard of nothing except Boney, or I shouldn't ha' been the soldier I was. Yes, 'tis a thousand pities you didn't see me in four!"
Again Johnnie saw herself coming down the ridge at Shade's side; descending into the shadow, stepping closer to the droning mills; while above her the Palace of Pleasure swam in its golden glory, and these who were privileged to do so went out and in and laughed and were happy. Were such heights as that what this woman meant?
It was this, I conceive, which led to the Shade's being advised by the gallery to "turn over!" a recommendation which it took extremely ill. It was likewise to be noted of this majestic spirit, that whereas it always appeared with an air of having been out a long time and walked an immense distance, it perceptibly came from a closely contiguous wall.
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