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With his moustache en croc, and his shoebrush hair, I have rarely beheld a more sensual-looking desperado. "But gentlemen," said he, "I see no objection whatever to Monsieur playing the hand." "Naturally," retorted a voice, "since it would be to your advantage." The raven in the dinner-jacket commanded silence.
It is a trite metaphor, I know; but it is none the less excellent. I repeat, therefore, unblushingly you could have knocked me down with a feather. I gasped. The little man wiped his eyes. He was the tearfullest adult I have ever met, and I once knew an Italian prima donna with a temperament. "Captain Vauvenarde? The man with the shoebrush hair and the rolls of fat at the back of his neck?
In the second place, thought can, without error, only bring those elements of consciousness into a unity in which or in the actual prototypes of which this unity already existed beforehand. If I comprehend a shoebrush under the class mammal, it does not thereupon become a milk-giver.
It was stifling hot, to be sure, but it was twice as large as that of the Mary Rogers. The firemen were all glistening with sweat. One of them, larger than the rest and with a bristling, shoebrush mustache like a sign of authority, said to the newcomer: "You're Harrigan?" He nodded. "The chief wants to see you, boss, before you start swingin' the shovel." "Where's the chief's cabin?"
His black hair, cropped short, stood up like a shoebrush, and when he leaned back in his chair a roll of flesh rose above his collar. I disliked the fellow for his unhealthiness, and for the hard mockery in his puffy eyes.
"Alone, then?" "That's right. Wanted me to meet him, and showed me a roll of money. Me!" her contempt sharpened. "He was young?" "Young nothing, with gray in his shoebrush mustache." By such small things, Lemuel Doret reflected, the freshness that had fixed June Bowman in the girl's memory, men were marked and followed.
He had dropped the shoebrush and stood with one foot on the chair, his elbow on his knee, looking out of the window as if he had forgotten himself. "No, I'm not going to China. I'm going over to help fight the Germans." He was still staring out at the wet fields. Before he could stop her, before he knew what she was doing, she had caught and kissed his unworthy hand.
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