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"Last Friday night," said the English master, "this young man was kept for several hours in one of the rooms upstairs. We should like to talk to the two Chinese who were kind enough to permit him to escape." "No unne'stan'," said Chuan Kai, wrinkling his lips in a manner that showed his yellow teeth. Mr. Stevens was patient.
He looked ill and careworn, as though he had slept badly, and he showed but faint interest in the tale of the strange yacht's sudden exit. "It amuses you, doesn't it?" he said, addressing me with a little cynical smile wrinkling up his forehead and eyes "Anything that cannot be at once explained is always interesting and delightful to a woman! That is why spiritualistic 'mediums' make money.
Dorman was laboriously counting his wealth, with much wrinkling of stubby nose and lifting of eyebrows. Having satisfied himself that they were really all there, he deigned to look around, with a fine masculine disdain of woman's finery. "Oh, dose old things!" he sniffed. "I always fordet where I put my shiny pennies. Robbers might find them if I put them easy places.
Jimmie sat up, wrinkling his nose until one would think it never would smooth out again, and gazed at Ned with provoking grin. "Gee!" he cried. "I thought I was mixing it with six Chinks! Wonder you wouldn't knock before entering a private room!" "I did knock," laughed Ned, rising from the floor and taking the flashlight. "Yes, you knocked me down," grunted Jimmie.
"Honestly, cross my heart! I'm not." "But you will be when he asks you?" "Thorny, aren't you awful!" Susan laughed; colored brilliantly. "Well, WOULDN'T you?" the other persisted. "I don't suppose one thinks of those things until they actually happen," Susan said slowly, wrinkling a thoughtful forehead. Thorny watched her for a moment with keen interest, then her own face softened suddenly.
Of course the crag and the crooked hands and the azure world must be granted the composer, but general exaltation and loneliness are expressed in the severe melody of the opening. The wrinkling and crawling of the sea far below are splendidly achieved in the soft, shimmering liquidity of the music.
He was perfectly composed and as clever as he could be in the box, but I'm sure, somehow, the jury were against him." "Why?" "I hardly know. It may be something in his personality." "I believe he's a beast," said Dion. "There!" exclaimed Daventry, wrinkling his forehead. "If the Judge thinks as you do it may just turn things against us." "Why did she make a friend of the fellow?"
Apollo hastened off to demand an explanation from Nonnus, while Pachymius repaired to a neighbouring convent, peopled, as he knew, by a legion of sturdy monks, ever ready to smite and be smitten in the cause of orthodoxy. Nonnus sat in his study, wrinkling his brow as he polished his verses by the light of a small lamp.
Hangers, simulating our own breadth of shoulders, wear our coats and preserve their shape. Wooden feet, simulating our own honest trotters, wear our shoes and keep them from wrinkling. No valet could do more. And as for laying out our clothes, has not the kind Clothing Industry provided handy manuals of instruction? Carrie Nation.
"The gates of Hell?" demanded Bohannan, his brow wrinkling with glad astonishment. "What d'you mean by that, now?" "Just what I say! It's possible to gather together a kind of unofficial, sub rosa, private little Foreign Legion of our own, Bohannan all battle-scarred men, all men with at least one decoration and some with half a dozen. With that Legion, nothing would be impossible!"
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