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Updated: May 20, 2025
Bold, hardy, venturesome spirits these were, with bodies toughened by hard toil in the open air and faces blackened and bronzed by constant exposure to the semi-tropical sun, for the desert did not yield to weaklings who would submit tamely to being skillfully juggled out of their own by a slim-fingered manipulator of business.
Indeed, despite his Eastern blood, he might have posed for a Sadler picture, his small and refined features seeming out of place above the bulky body. "Can you forgive my clumsiness?" I began. But the bishop raised his small, slim-fingered hand of old-ivory hue deprecatingly. His system was supercharged with typhoid bacilli, and, as sometimes occurs, the superfluous "bugs" had sought exit.
But I don't believe it was you who killed him. You couldn't do it with those hands!" He reached out suddenly and seized them, slipping his grip to her wrists, so that her hands lay upward in his own, hands that were small, slim-fingered, soft-palmed, beautiful. "They couldn't!" he cried, almost fiercely. "I swear to God they couldn't!" Her eyes and face flamed at his words.
"Sweet sight for me Those twain to set eyes on, Sorli and Hamdir, Here in my hall! Then with bowstrings Would I bind them, And hang the good Giukings Aloft on the gallows!" Then spake Hrothglod From off the high steps, Spake the slim-fingered Unto her son, For a threat was cast forth Of what ne'er should fall "Shall two men alone Two hundred Gothfolk Bind or bear down In the midst of their burg?"
He held his hands, those long, slim-fingered hands, poised for a moment above the keys, then plunged into the glorious riot of the full chords and scales, till the room rang with it. The last chord he held for a moment, and then sprang up. "Ah, that's good," he said. "And now I'm going to say good-bye, and go without looking round." "But might I see you off this afternoon?" asked Michael.
"I believe, too, I may be mistaken, but I fancy that I have had the pleasure of meeting the Baroness de Sturm." The Baroness turned towards him with a smile. Nevertheless, Wrayson noticed what seemed to him a strange thing. The slim-fingered, bejewelled hand which rested upon the ledge of the box was trembling. The Baroness was disturbed.
But I don't believe it was you who killed him. You couldn't do it with those hands!" He reached out suddenly and seized them, slipping his grip to her wrists, so that her hands lay upward in his own, hands that were small, slim-fingered, soft-palmed, beautiful. "They couldn't!" he cried, almost fiercely. "I swear to God they couldn't!" Her eyes and face flamed at his words.
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