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But the tide of the man's fury seemed to utterly pass the little man by. He made no attempt to obey. The pistol hung in his tightly gripping hand, and his underlip protruded obstinately. "She's mine, you thief!" he cried. "Give her back to me." It was the cry of a beaten man whose spirit is unquenchable. But James had finished. All that was worst in him was uppermost now.
Her underlip was clenched tight between her teeth, the little cross swung violently at her throat and she was so savagely wielding the light hoe he had given her that he thought at first she must be killing a snake; but she was only fighting to death every weed that dared to show its head.
Immediately every one turned on either Popsy or Teeny, demanding the true inwardness of the remark. Popsy defended himself, rather pink and embarrassed. The young woman, a devilish knowing glint in her eyes, her red underlip caught between her teeth, refused to answer. Keith warmed to this free and easy atmosphere. He was friendly and sympathetic with the lively crowd.
But with Monday, again the nose took on that personality; and seemed to be crouching and writhing at the center of its mat of stubble. But Barber's mouth was his worst feature, with its great, pushed-out underlip, which showed his complete satisfaction in himself.
She snatched it rather brusquely from the other woman's hand and scanned it frowningly, her vivid red underlip caught between her teeth. Miss Clifford looked embarrassed. Esther moved unobtrusively across the room and examined the crystal lustres on the mantelpiece. "Yes, but I do not understand. How is it he has come back so much sooner than he expected and without letting us know?"
I say !" He looked about him helplessly. The bar-parlour door slammed and they heard the key turn. "There's the yard door and the private door. The yard door " He rushed out of the bar. In a minute he reappeared with a carving-knife in his hand. "The yard door was open!" he said, and his fat underlip dropped. "He may be in the house now!" said the first cabman.
"Yes, or no!" snapped Smith. Morrison still hesitated, and I saw his underlip twitch. Nayland Smith, taking two long strides, stood immediately in front of him, glaring grimly into his face. "This is your chance," he said emphatically; "I shall not give you another. You had met Samarkan before?"
Once more the inexplicable frozen look struck over him from her opened eyes, as if one of the minutes of Time had yawned to show him its deep, mute, tragic abyss, and was extinguished. "When does it take place, Dahlia?" Her long underlip, white almost as the row of teeth it revealed, hung loose.
'You will oblige me, was her answer; but she could not control a convulsion of her underlip that her defensive instinct told her was best hidden. 'Of course, you know you are safe, he repeated her previous words, while examining the silver handle of the dagger. 'Safe? certainly!
"I do! Honest! See how nice the place is! I don't shirk nothin'! 'Cause y' see, a scout, he " Big Tom let him get no further. "Take them rags off!" he commanded. The last trace of that smile was gone. The bulging eyes looked out through slits. That underlip was thrust forward wrathfully. "Take your suit off, Johnnie," counseled Cis. "Don't you see he hates to have you look nice?"
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