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Updated: June 28, 2025
The gentlemen, though taken a little by surprise at the dignity and formality of the captain, touched their hands civilly to each other, and smiled. Eve, not a little amused at the scene, watched the whole procedure; and then she too detected the sweet melancholy of the one expression and the marble-like irony of the other.
"You wore your abundant hair in brown curls, and you had brown eyes and a red mouth, but I recognized you immediately by the outline of your face and its marble-like pallor you always wore a violet-blue velvet jacket edged with squirrel-skin." "You were really in love with the costume, and awfully docile." "You have taught me what love is.
It was the face of a dead woman, over whose marble-like features the water rippled as the ship lurched, tossing her long hair about as if playing with it and giving her the appearance of being alive. "Poor thing!" I whispered to Mr Jellaby, who was near me and also gazing down at her, the presence of the dead making me drop my voice. "She was drowned, I suppose?"
She would have given worlds to have courage enough to beg him not to go. "Havre is across the sea," she murmured. "Surely Uncle Brian would come home in time, if you waited." Waited! she caught a sight of Anne's bent profile, marble-like, with the shut eyes. Waited! Agatha crept to her husband's side. "No no waiting," she whispered. "Go. I would not keep you back an hour. Bring him. Quick quick."
Her dress, of moire antique, is chasteness itself; her bust exquisite symmetry; it heaves as softly as if touched by some gentle zephyr. From an Haidean brow falls and floats undulating over her marble-like shoulders, the massive folds of her glossy black hair. Nature had indeed been lavish of her gifts on this fair creature, to whose charms no painter could give a touch more fascinating.
For a moment Edward's face was alive with intense suffering; the next it had paled and hardened into marble-like rigidity. "I wonder if either of you are aware," he said, with cold distinctness of utterance, "that the subject of your conversation is to be my wife." Tom Ridout stared a moment in unbelieving amazement, and then blushed to the eyes.
How sweet a face it is that lies there, all unconscious, so close to his beating heart! Though colorless and marble-like, there is beauty in every feature, and signs of suffering and pain in the dark circles about the eyes and in the lines at the corners of the exquisite mouth.
A figure darted past him, and for but a breath a white, beautiful face was turned toward Philip and his prison the face of the young woman whom he had seen but two hours before in Le Pas, the face that had pleaded with him that night, that had smiled upon him from the photograph, and that seemed to be masked now in a cold marble-like horror, as its glorious eyes, like pools of glowing fire, seemed searching him out through that narrow slit in the coffin box.
In the French Quadrille the ladies wore white satin with bows of light blue ribbon opening over cloth of gold. The gentlemen were in the uniform of Mousquetaires. In this quadrille danced Lady Clementina Villiers, with her "marble-like beauty."
My wife slipping her hand under his belly soon recovered the stiffness of his prick. I now desired him to kneel that I might be into his bottom. His exquisitely white buttocks, marble-like in polish, hardness, and coldness to the touch, were most attractive to women as well as to me.
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