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Updated: June 16, 2025


Let Fortune strike down a victim, and even the heathen cries, 'This is the hand of God! But where Fortune brings no vicissitude; where her wheel runs smooth, dropping wealth or honours as it rolls where Affliction centres its work within the secret, unrevealing heart there, even the wisest man may not readily perceive by what means Heaven is admonishing, forcing, or wooing him nearer to itself.

But did pain, and martyrdom, and victory lie back in the days of Galahad and Arthur alone? The homely face grew stiller than before, looking out into the dun sweep of moorland, cold, unrevealing. It baffled the man that looked at it. He shuffled, chewed tobacco vehemently, tilted his chair on two legs, broke out in a thunder-gust at last. "Dead days for dead men!

You know that calm unrevealing face of his a face which sometimes disappoints expectation.

The rest of the room was wrapt in unrevealing half-light. "He's there by the window!" Horace was whispering to the doctor. Romain strode over to the desk and picked up the lamp. As he did so, his eyes fell upon the pale face of Hartley Parrish. He lay on his back in the space between the desk and the window.

The men, all but Popsy McFarlane, were inspecting Teeny's cool, unrevealing exterior with covert curiosity. She was always an enigma to them. Each man was asking himself why her interest in the mere labelling of this stranger. "He isn't a live Molly and she objects to his being a hearse," laughed Sally. "He must be something between them.

A basin of dripping is like a Woman. 'Strornarillily. You never know what's beneath fair surface.... Below a placid, level, unrevealing surface there may be nothing ... and there may be a rich deposit of glorious, stimulating, piquant essence." "Reminds me of a proverb I used to hear in Alt Heidelberg, 'What I have in my hand is best'."

You know that calm unrevealing face of his a face which sometimes disappoints expectation.

But did pain, and martyrdom, and victory lie back in the days of Galahad and Arthur alone? The homely face grew stiller than before, looking out into the dun sweep of moorland, cold, unrevealing. It baffled the man that looked at it. He shuffled, chewed tobacco vehemently, tilted his chair on two legs, broke out in a thunder-gust at last. "Dead days for dead men!

Lucretia then, still without apparent emotion, raised to the good man's face deep, penetrating, but unrevealing eyes, and said slowly, "Is my sister like my mother, who, they say, was handsome?" Much startled by this question, Fielden answered: "I never saw your mother, my dear; but your sister gives promise of more than common comeliness." Lucretia's brows grew slightly compressed.

Cortez came into the office with a worried look in his usually unrevealing eyes. “There’s a woman in town looking for you,” he announced. “A Mexican girl from the country. She was asking everybody she met where to find you. You ought to be more careful. I took her to my house and promised I would bring you right away.”

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