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Emil twitched his underlip very slightly, as if discontented. "Why, yes," she continued, undaunted; "quite recently I saw your portrait in an illustrated paper." "Yes, yes," he said impatiently. "But I always knew that you would make a name for yourself," she added. "Do you still remember how you played the Mendelssohn Concerto at that final examination at the Conservatoire?
She drew back a little, her underlip caught between her teeth as was her habit when undue stress was laid upon her nerves, her breath coming a trifle irregularly. After all she was just a girl and he was a man, big, strong and perhaps brutal, of whom she knew virtually nothing. And they were very far from any other human beings....
Then his glance strayed to the woman's mouth, where the upper lip curved outward, from the base of the straight nose, giving her at first glance the appearance of pouting. Yet the heavier underlip, soft and wilful, contradicted this impression of peevishness, deepened it into one of Ishmael-like rebellion. Then Blake looked at the woman's hair.
Gila stood, white and furious, her little clenched fists down at her sides, the sharp little teeth biting into the red underlip until the blood came. She heard the front door shut in the distance, and her soul cried out within her, yet she stood still and held her ground. She turned her face toward the library window.
If men will keep their lights under bushel baskets they must expect to get the covers knocked off sometimes. Ned! This man is a martyr. He has suffered so for the people, and he has borne it so bravely." There was a hush in the room. Ned could see Connie's full underlip pouted tremulously and her eyes swimming, her hands moved caressingly to and fro. His face relaxed its passion.
Not for his own sake but your feminine friend is sure to be curious about your having been seen carrying a dead man." Maskull's underlip shot out. "Tell your sister nothing, Digrung. Don't mention my name at all. I don't want her to know about this meeting of ours." "Why not?" "I don't wish it isn't that enough?" Digrung looked impassive.
'Was any name mentioned? she asked, with her mouth working, and to my 'No, said 'No, she knew there was none, and seemed to drink and choke, and was one minute calm, all but a trembling hanging underlip, next smiling on me, and next having her face carved in grimaces by the jerking little tugs of her mouth, which I disliked to see, for she would say nothing of what she thought of Heriot, and I thought to myself, though I forbore to speak unkindly, 'It's no use your making yourself look ugly, Julia. If she had talked of Heriot, I should have thought that crying persons' kisses were agreeable.
Italian? Haines said. A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me. And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs. Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean? The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke.
And with her thought of him, her tooth was at her underlip, she struggled abashed, in hesitation over men's views of her sex, and how to bring a frank mind to meet him; to be sure of his not at heart despising; until his character swam defined and bright across her scope.
"I have thought of you and prayed for you all day." It was her quiet serenity that disconcerted him the kindly tone of her voice her calm, unembarrassed manner checked his passionate impulse and caused him to bite his underlip with vexation until it bled. The shadows of evening were closing in around them: from the windows of the houses close by dim, yellow lights began to blink like eyes.
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