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Updated: May 2, 2025
They found there, seated before a tablecloth remarkable for the number of its wine-stains, two or three wild-looking heads of hair, and four or five shaggy beards, to whom Pere Lebuffle was serving soup, aided by a tired-looking servant.
He opened it, and found it was from Dorian Gray. It was to tell him that he was engaged to be married to Sibyl Vane. "Mother, mother, I am so happy!" whispered the girl, burying her face in the lap of the faded, tired-looking woman who, with back turned to the shrill intrusive light, was sitting in the one arm-chair that their dingy sitting-room contained.
Seymour Fentolin. She is a strange, tired-looking woman who seems to stand in mortal fear of Mr. Fentolin. She is always overdressed and never natural, but it seems to me that nearly everything she does is done to suit his whims, or at his instigation." Kinsley nodded thoughtfully. "I remember Seymour Fentolin," he said; "a really fine fellow he was. Well, who else?" "Just the nephew and niece.
He looked at the patients with benevolent but tired-looking eyes; and the Honourable Beatrice, by those subtle methods known to women, brought it about that he looked especially at her favourite. She knew that he would wish to talk to some of the patients, and by ever so slight a movement she brought it about that it was towards Jimmie Higgins he advanced.
Presently the door was opened by a Chinese boy who wore the ordinary native working dress, and who regarded the man upon the step with oblique, tired-looking eyes. "Mr. Huang Chow?" asked the caller. The boy nodded. "You wantchee him see?" "If he is at home." The boy glanced at the card, which the visitor still held between finger and thumb, and extended his hand silently.
He now hired a man to do his “outside work.” Thus both MacDougall and his children had thrived and developed on their wealth. Mrs. MacDougall, perhaps, had been the sacrifice. She remained a tall, thin, pale, tired-looking woman with large hands that were a record of toil.
This was not the father he remembered humorous, unruffled, perennially young; but a man so changed and tired-looking that he seemed almost a stranger, with his empty coat-sleeve and hair touched with silver at the temples.
So Jim Crow flew over towards the big basswood tree and sang out: "What, ho! Strangers! Whence came ye! Whither bound, and who's't?" A tired-looking robin hopped to the end of a twig and answered: "Well! Well! If there isn't my old friend, Jim Crow! It does seem so good to get back home again and see the neighbors!" "Why! It is Robert Robin!" exclaimed Jim Crow.
"What on earth did you and Peter quarrel about?" she added, curiously. "I've often wondered," parried Nancy. "And you've never seen him since?" reflected Louisa. "No. Has he changed much?" "Well, some. He is gray and kind of tired-looking. But it isn't to be wondered at living the life he does. He hasn't had a housekeeper for two years not since his old aunt died.
A scant five minutes earlier, an alert but tired-looking man, wearing the slouch hat of the West above his dinner coat, had briskly mounted the steps and, after colloquy with the cautious, black guardian of the door, had been admitted to a side room, where he was presently accosted by a graying, spare-set guest with ruminative eyes.
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