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I was denied once before, if you recollect, Fancy." "Yes, yes, never mind! And it seems unfriendly of me now, but I don't know what to do." "It shall be as you say, then." Dick began to retreat with a dissatisfied wrinkling of face, and a farewell glance at the cosy tea- tray.
As it was what I expressly desired should be done, after yesterday's prayer, I more than readily begged him to read it aloud. He did so; and Brother Gimblet listened with a crabbed smile. 'It was in a good hour that I came here, he said, wrinkling up his eyes.
Catching the scent hot and fresh, Susan Gluck's Orphan came dashing up-wind giving tongue, or rather, nose, voluptuously. "Mm-m-m! Snmmff!" inhaled the Orphan, wrinkling ecstatic nostrils. "Mister, lemme smell it some more!" Graciously the dispenser of fragrance waved his balm-laden handkerchief. "Like it, kiddie?" he said. "Oh, it's grand!" She stretched out her little grimy paws.
In 361 out of 1000 women of good social class he found elongation or thickening, often with a notable degree of wrinkling and pigmentation, and believes that this is always the result of frequently repeated masturbation practiced with the separation of the nymphæ; in 30 per cent. of the cases admission of masturbation was made.
We extended the invitations, and he walked inside and sized us up. He was chewing a long cigar, and wrinkling his eyes, meditative, like a girl trying to decide which dress to wear to the party. "'New York? he says to me finally. "'Originally, and from time to time, I says. 'Hasn't it rubbed off yet? "'It's simple, says he, 'when you know how. It's the fit of the vest.
"YOU are not hunting me down with the police?" he exclaimed, his neck held low and his forehead wrinkling. The voice the voice was Le Geyt's. It was an unspeakable mystery. "Hugo," I cried, "dear Hugo hunting you down? COULD you imagine it?" He raised his head, strode forward, and grasped my hand. "Forgive me, Cumberledge," he cried. "But a proscribed and hounded man!
"Not to please me," she answered, with the air of a Madame Defarge in blue spectacles. The Mariner came up before we had got into open sea. For the moment the three ladies were occupied in watching Tibe, who had fallen asleep in his cape, and was running with all his feet in some wild dream, flickering in every muscle, and wrinkling his black mug into alarming grimaces.
"I don't know what a Girl Guide is," said the other girl, wrinkling up her pretty forehead, "but a Time-traveller has to vow on her faith and honour never to say one single word about her adventures to any grown-up, either here or there.
If you want me." His hands closed convulsively over hers. "Make it soon," he begged. "It is terribly lonesome." "Two years," she suggested, wrinkling her brows. "But if it is too lonesome, we will make it one." "You won't go away." Prince was aghast at the thought. "I have to," she told him, caressing his hand with her fingers.
"Yah!" Tom felt indignant. "Get down off that wall, sir!" he cried. This roused Pete Warboys, who, as the daring outlaw of Furzebrough, desired to play his part manfully, especially so since he was on the other side of the said wall; and, wrinkling up his snub nose, he cried "She-arn't! 'Tain't your wall." "Get down!" cried Tom fiercely. "Get down yerself. Who are you, I should like to know?"
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