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Updated: May 9, 2025
There is a small chink between two ordinary-sized houses, in which a little Frenchman makes and sells artificial eyes, specimens of which, ranged on a black velvet cushion, stare at you unwinkingly through the window as you pass, until you shudder and hurry on, thinking how awful the world would be, if every one went about without eyelids.
After he had left the Squire's office, Hiram stood for a while in the street, bareheaded, his hat in his hand, staring unwinkingly down at the ground at his feet, with stupidly drooping lips and lackluster eyes. Presently he raised his hand and began slowly smoothing down the sandy shock of hair upon his forehead.
Suddenly the Old Man, Colonel Holt, turned and faced them. There was an immediate hush. "A lot of people think we just go along with the bombers to catch a bit of fresh air and to keep from going stale. This mission promised to be our chance to crack the enemy, but unfortunately, Weather reports clouds up to our return point." The Old Man stared unwinkingly at his men.
His lovableness and appeal lay in his simplicity. It was not so much what he said as in what he didn't say. He was staring unwinkingly now at the sunset that had suddenly burst upon them. His were the eyes of one accustomed to the silent distances. "Takes your breath away, rather, doesn't it? All that color?" said Fanny, her face toward the blaze. "Almost too obvious for my taste.
In stupefaction, Laurie stared at the tableau, while eight eyes unwinkingly stared back at him. Then he nodded. "Well, Bertie," he said pleasantly, "you're outdoing even yourself in the size of this delegation. Four to one. Quite some odds." His voice changed. "You contemptible coward! Why don't you take me on alone? Have you got your chloroform cone?"
"Then see here. Do keep an eye upon him." "But why? Is he a bad lot?" "Something like it, I think." "I will then." At a table near the hatchway of the first-class cabin, a fat man in grey was drinking beer. Already he had reached a state of moderate fuddlement, for his eyes were protruding sightlessly and staring unwinkingly at the opposite wall.
The green eyes fixed themselves unwinkingly on the pale-blue ones for a long moment. The blue ones did not waver. At last, to Fancher's utter amazement, the Chief nodded agreement. Maya Cara Nome looked from her furnished room through cracked shutters at the building across the street. A barber college. The building at 49 Sage Avenue, Mars City, was a barber college. That surprised her.
He stood quietly waiting while the girl gazed steadily, unwinkingly at him. "Tell me," she said at last, coolly, "am I going to die?" "I do not know," the physician returned, as coolly. "You have a slight temperature, and I am afraid infection has developed. But I can tell you that your performance of the last hour or two has not helped your chances any.
As they neared he saw José's teeth show in the smile of hate. He waited, his little loop ready for the fling should his chance come. José was over-eager. The great, rawhide hoop whistled and shot down aslant like the swoop of a nighthawk. Surry's eye was upon it unwinkingly.
With this in her fingers, she lay peering under the fence, her fierce eyes fixed unwinkingly on Harkless and the youth sitting near him.
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