Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 26, 2025
She stared and stared, till Ellen, catching the direction of her eyes, looked and stared too. Little 'Lias was CLEAN, preternaturally, almost wetly clean. His face was clean and shining, his ears shone pink and fair, his hands were absolutely spotless, even his hay-colored hair was clean and, still damp, brushed flatly back till it shone in the sun.
When all was ready and Dwight was entering, hair wetly brushed, she had withdrawn from the room and closed her bedroom door until it echoed. "She's got one again," said Ina, grieving; "Dwight, you go." He went, showing no sign of annoyance, and stood outside his mother-in-law's door and knocked. No answer. "Mother, come and have some supper." No answer.
With her clothing torn by flaying branches and clutching wind, and drenched by icy water as the snow melted; with her hands and lips blue, and her feet numb; with her wavy hair pulled loose from its braids and plastered wetly against her colorless cheeks; she eventually stumbled into the rude building which contained the railroad and telegraph office at the terminus of the branch line at Fayville.
There was a dreadful screaming of horses, a shrieking of men. Then silence. Shuddering, I looked. Where the mounted men had been was nothing. Nothing? There were two great circular spaces whose floors were glistening, wetly red. Fragments of man or horse there was none. They had been crushed into what was it Norhala had promised had been stamped into the rock beneath the feet of her servants.
"Britisher or no Britisher, I'll allow you're a little man," he muttered. "Keep a stiff upper lip, boys; we're not far from camp now." A word of cheer was needed. Not one of the trio had growled at their load, but the flannel shirts of the two Farrars clung wetly to their bodies. Their breath was coming in hard puffs through spread nostrils.
She knew that presently he would enter the room in his trousers and undershirt, which he did upon the very minute, the little purple circle, like a stamp mark on the rind of a bacon, showing just beneath his Adam's apple, the shag of his yellow hair wetly curly from dousing, like a spaniel's. "Certainly fine water pressure we have in the bathroom, Lilly.
Even when the summit was achieved, the broncho slacked off nothing of his pace. Sweat glistened wetly upon him. His bleeding ear was going backward and forward tremulously, as he listened for any word from Van, and for anything suspicious before them. Van noted a certain wistfulness in the pony's demeanor. "Take it easy, boy," he urged in a voice of affection that the broncho understood.
At sight of Mannie, Leon Kantor, the tears still wetly and dirtily down his cheeks, left off his black, fierce-eyed stare of waiting long enough to smile, darkly, it is true, but sweetly. "Giddy-app!" he cried. "Giddy-app!" And then Mannie, true to habit, would scamper and scamper. Up out of the traplike stair-opening came the head of Mrs.
He would upset all the Government with a jerk of his well-built shoulder, and then he would have a spree such a spree. He laughed wetly to me. The Giuseppino waited patiently during this tipsy confidence, but his pale clarity and beauty was something constant star-like in comparison with the flushed, soft handsomeness of the other. He waited patiently, looking at me.
One of the Greenmount players had been called out by the coach and had splashed his way to the side-lines, to be patted wetly on the back and wrapped in a damp blanket. That was well enough. That was the usual thing.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking