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Updated: June 20, 2025


The coming true of the old dream produced at any rate a snap of the tense cord, and the ancient worthy my imagination has, in the tenderest of intentions, thus played with, disembarked in England only to indulge in the last of his startled stares, only to look about him in vague deprecation and give it all up.

A servant helps him remove his coat. Then he comes to the window and sinks into a leather chair and stares at the rain and the umbrellas outside. The great financier has been abroad. His highly specialized mind has been, poking among columns of figures, columns of reports. He desired to find out if possible what conditions abroad were.

He pushed onward nervously, feigning a still greater haste and faintly conscious of the smiles and stares and nudges which his powdered head left in its wake. When he came out on the steps he saw his family waiting for him at the first lamp. In a glance he noted that every figure of the group was familiar and ran down the steps angrily.

I guessed it was from sympathy with the mother actress, but the grouch also stares at her with his gimlet eyes and says: "Here, don't you waste any tears on her. That's all in the day's work." "I wasn't thinking of her," sobs Vida. "Then what you crying for?" says he. "For that poor dear boy that's being dragged from his mother to prison for some childish prank," she blubbers.

After months of virtual silence and the icy stares of his mother through the most enervated and perfunctory movements of planting flowers and trees no different than what she had or stripping wallpaper and putting up patterns that were nearly identical to the old ones, he spent a month in Galveston.

The tragedy and the gravity of her life during these later years had touched her with something that before was lacking. In the street, in the galleries, people had turned to look at her; not with impudent stares. She caught attention, aroused imagination.

"Look, Stephen, look there." "Yes," said Stephen, "I see." "Ach!" exclaimed the disgusted German, "will nothing move you? I have seen German princesses that are peasant women beside her. How she carries it off! See, the Prince is laughing!" Stephen saw, and horror held him in a tremor. His one thought was of escape. What if she should raise her eyes, and amid those vulgar stares discern his own?

"I told mother I was coming down to meet you," she explained, visibly embarrassed by the stares of those nearby. "I I wanted to see you the instant you arrived, Barry. Shall we walk along slowly behind the rest?" "What's happened?" he demanded suspiciously, his brow darkening. "Don't be impatient. Wait till they are a little ahead." "'Gad, it sounds ominous.

A. Perhaps so; for in the fenny countries their flocks are so numerous, as to break down whole acres of reeds by settling on them. This disposition of starlings to fly in close swarms was observed even by Homer, who compares the foe flying from one of his heroes to a cloud of stares retiring dismayed at the approach of the hawk.

He has always before this appeared like milk and blood," thought Martin, the anxious one, "now he has an unhealthy look, no color, sunken cheeks, and his eyes are deep within, he stares at the ground and cannot bear to have a stranger look at him. It does not please me." All this is clear and transparent to the physician.

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