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Updated: June 15, 2025
The wet perfumes still lay on their undried and flowing hair, and nimble female slaves were busied in carefully wiping away, with little bags made of soft camels' hair, the slightest outward trace of the moisture which penetrated deep into the pores of the skin.
It was up to the raw, new village of Hope, with its odor of fresh-cut fir and undried paint, that the freight-steamer with Natalie Gerard and "The Irish Prince" aboard, came gingerly one evening. O'Neil surveyed the town with some curiosity as he approached, for Gordon's sensational doings had interested him greatly.
Her face gave no hint of its usual easy-going good-nature. Though the tears were still undried upon her cheeks, ominous lightning played in her eyes. It really looked as if she could not easily forgive Aunt Abigail for her failure to be kidnapped by gypsies. And just at the right moment somebody giggled.
She was serving, as he had married her to serve, as he had brought her there in unrecompensed bondage to serve, and hope was gone from her horizon, and her tears were undried upon her cheeks. Isom had profited by a good day's work from Joe, and he had not been obliged to drive him to obtain it.
But down below them, along the edge of the stream, for the second time in this story, a little dripping figure was tottering homeward. The little man was crying the hot tears mingling on his cheeks with the undried waters of the Wastrel crying with rage, mortification, weariness. Cup Day.
He never consciously changed his position in bed, sat in the most uncomfortable positions, suffered patiently every itch and pain, kept away from the fire, remained on his knees all through the mass except at the gospels, left part of his neck and face undried so that air might sting them and, whenever he was not saying his beads, carried his arms stiffly at his sides like a runner and never in his pockets or clasped behind him.
Nan responded in the same tone, for there were undried tears on the cheeks of the farmer's wife. "Here's Si, Maw," said Mr. Morton. "He ain't been knowin' about our girl and his Celia runnin' off, before." "How do, Si?" responded Mrs. Morton. "Your wife'll be scairt ter death, I have no doubt. What'll become of them foolish girls Why, Peke! who's these two young ladies?" Mr. Morton looked to Mr.
A part of the essential amiability of Florence, of her genius for making you take to your favour on easy terms everything that in any way belongs to her, is that she has already flung an element of her grace over all their undried mortar and plaster.
That our advance upon them in that direction had been quite unexpected, was apparent from their hastily abandoned camp grounds; rows of tents left standing, but slit from ridge-pole to pins; abandoned caissons and ammunition; and the tubs in which their rations of flour were kneaded, with undried dough in the corners. That they had rallied to regain their lost ground, was also apparent.
King leered triumphantly, for there were tears, undried tears of mirth, on the boys' cheeks. Then the examination began. Yes, they had walked along the cliffs. Yes, they had entered Colonel Dabney's grounds. For what purpose had they entered Colonel Dabney's grounds? "Well, sir, there was a badger."
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