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Updated: May 26, 2025
You made the time so interesting that I had no idea it was so late. You will excuse me if I tear myself away at once. I have some important business that demands my immediate attention." "I hope you'll come again," she managed to stammer, "and you, too, Mr. Kramer." White-faced and terrified she escorted them out, leaving the telephone bell jangling angrily.
"Yes, I will; but, Hannah, look I thought I heard some one moving in the next room, a few minutes ago," the old man said, and going to the door, Hannah glanced around the empty kitchen which bore no trace of the white-faced boy who not long before, had left it with an aching heart, and who at that moment was kneeling in the snow and asking God to forgive him for his grandfather's sin.
And dun mule and black woman and white-faced, terror-stricken child became only a dust-cloud far in front of us. Mat and Beverly and I leaped to the ponies and followed the lead of the African woman. Nearest to us was Rex Krane, always a shield for the younger and less able.
On one of the terraces a man was beating a tom-tom, and veiled women listened, grouped about him in brilliant colours. "Isn't that all India?" she said; "that dull reiterated sound? It half stupefies, half maddens. Once at Darjiling I saw the Lamas' Devil Dance the soul, a white-faced child with eyes unnaturally enlarged, fleeing among a rabble of devils the evil passions.
As they approached with the third cask they found her staring white-faced over the tops of the feathery reeds. "What is it, sweet?" asked Foy. "The sail, the following sail," she answered. They rested the barrel of gold upon the gunwale and looked back across the little island.
It was Lucy, wild-eyed and white-faced, dashing out of the house-door, while close at her heels raced her father, a stick of stove wood raised in air, as if to strike. Liquor and passion had made him an utter maniac for the minute. Clasped close in the poor girl's arms was the little baby, its head pressed so tightly against her breast that it could not cry out.
The sailor, white-faced, grim, with an unpleasant gleam in his deep-set eyes and a lower jaw protruding, noticed their preparations. "To the left!" he shouted. "Run towards the trees!" Iris heard him and strove to obey. But her strength was failing her, and she staggered blindly.
The stranger followed, about to use violence, but caught sight of a white-faced man, who through a window vehemently beckoned him to pause. Ike Anderson stepped into a saloon and took a straw from a glass standing on the bar, exercising an exact and critical taste in its selection. "I'm very thirsty," he remarked plaintively.
White-faced, the two men stared, Jan's throat twitching, Gravois' brown fingers crushing the rolls he held. "That was why I tried to kill the missioner," said Jan at last. He pointed to the more coarsely written pages under Jean's hand. "And that that is why it could not signify that Melisse has done up her hair."
You dare stand here and tell me that you white-faced wisp, you wreath of mist, you little ghost of all the sorrow in the world. You dare! Haven't I been looking at you? You are all eyes. What makes your cheeks always so white as if you had seen something . . . Don't speak. I love it . . . No use!
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