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  • 'It was you I was smelling, Codger.' Kirkwood walked past the cars and up to the man who had greeted him. 'Codger' Mason wore a donkey jacket like a boxer wears a robe, head down, all shoulders. He approached Kirkwood and they shook hands.
  • Hal felt a sudden, inexplicable chill down his spine. Sinister as the group looked, he couldnt account for this feeling of mounting dread. As he eyed them, one caught his gaze; a tall youth with long black hair, who wore black sunglasses, white face-paint and black leather with studded wristbands. The guy looked as if he had escaped from some Norwegian heavy metal band, the kind who spent more time murdering each other than making music. But Hal could not understand why his breath was beginning to catch in his throat, and his heart beat wildly in his ears.
  • I could feel the hysteria rise in my chest as I focused on the door and not on Loi, who shook with suppressed laughter. The hilarity dissolved as we watched the men enter. They wore what must be their formal uniforms and looked amazing. I'm sure I just gaped at Alek for a good few minutes.
  • Worst of all, he wore a red corduroy shirt and a beanie whose letters read: "ORPHAN ANNIE AND SANDY DRINK OVALTINE. SO DO I."
  • She looked at Trees trunk and noticed that the bark again wore a melancholy frown. Tree looked pathetic. "Thank you, Tree, for my staff. Are you sad?"
  • They arrived at an hour when there were few people yet in the church. Pan Andrei, leaning on Soroka's arm, went to the high altar itself, and knelt in the collator's seat; his face was very thin, emaciated, and besides he wore a long beard which had grown during the war and his sickness. Whoever looked at him thought that he was some passing personage who had come in to Mass; for there was movement everywhere, the country was full of passing nobles who were going from the field to their own estates.
  • As the battle wore downalmost to a standstillMilo turned to Peter and asked, "You dont think the fire would hurt the castle, do you?"
  • As the old scout raised both hands in signal of peace the Indian rode forward. The man was not in the Indian panoply of the old days, except that he wore moccasins and had two bands of red and yellow paint on his broad, dark face. A black wide-brimmed hat, a faded blue shirt and trousers completed his outfit.
  • Her eyes were carefully darkened with kohl and her mouth red and fresh. She wore a gossamer scarf decorated with gold thread, and a thin skirt that betrayed the curve of her thighs against the outline of her flowered trousers. The musty air of the room was immersed in her perfume, as though by her very being she would defy the walls of her prison. She looked just as he had remembered.
  • When Columbus returned on board, several of the savages swam after his boat; the next day, the 13th, they came in crowds around the ships, on board of enormous canoes shaped out of the trunks of trees; they were guided by means of a kind of baker's shovel, and some of the canoes were capable of holding forty men. Several natives wore little plates of gold hanging from their nostrils; they appeared much surprised at the arrival of the strangers, and quite believed that these white men must have fallen from the skies. It was with a mixture of respect and curiosity that they touched the garments of the Spaniards, considering them doubtless, a kind of natural plumage. The scarlet coat of the admiral excited their admiration above everything, and it was evident they looked upon Columbus as a parroquet of a superior species; at once they seemed to recognize him as the chief amongst the strangers.
  • Glenys, Fikna, Borus, and an unfamiliar teenage girl sat at a table together. He had the sense of studying a rival for his bros well being. She wore a simple brown dress with full sleeves and had shoulder-length, curled brunette hair under her hood. A long, best-friendship braid of hair fell down from behind her ear to her chest. Her rich, nut-brown eyes looked up at him as he stared.
  • The Duke's face twisted in rage as Elena stood still, fastened to the ground with terror as she watched the blur of the Maveth. The creatures swatted soldiers effortlessly from side to side, but more took their place. Some wore uniforms and others dressed in rougher cotton and wool weaves. The creatures struggled and roared against the wave of men, making slow headway.
  • Of course, the labour was severe to men unaccustomed to the peculiar and constant stooping posture they were compelled to adopt, and on the second morning more than one of the party felt as if he had been seized with lumbago, but this wore off in the course of a day or two.
  • After these poor savages had left us, we used to hold long and frequent conversations about them, and I noticed that Peterkin's manner was now much altered. He did not, indeed, jest less heartily than before, but he did so less frequently, and often there was a tone of deep seriousness in his manner, if not in his words, which made him seem to Jack and me as if he had grown two years older within a few days. But indeed I was not surprised at this, when I reflected on the awful realities which we had witnessed so lately. We could by no means shake off a tendency to gloom for several weeks afterwards; but, as time wore away, our usual good spirits returned somewhat, and we began to think of the visit of the savages with feelings akin to those with which we recall a terrible dream.
  • Just before the first inning of play, the Crusaders much hyped slugger, Helgif Brockenworth, yelled over to the Whispers bench. His hair was the color of fire and he wore a long, braided beard. His shoulders bulged like cannon balls underneath his uniform. He looked more like a viking than a second baseman.
  • I was just thinking, Charley, how very superior they were in olden times to us moderns, in many matters, and nothing more than in their treatment of prisoners. They never took them away from their friends and country; they always ransomed them,--if they had wherewithal to pay their way. So good-natured!--upon my life it was a most excellent custom! They took any little valuables they found about them, and then put them up at auction. Moses and Eleazar, a priest, we are told, took every piece of gold, and their wrought jewels,--meaning their watches, and ear-rings. You needn't laugh, they all wore ear-rings, those fellows did. Now, why shouldn't I profit by their good example? I have taken Agag, the King of the Amalekites,--no, but upon my life, I have got a French major, and I'd let him go for fifty doubloons.
  • Nor does Mr. Van Antwerp appear at breakfast on the following morning, nor again to any person known to this story. An officer of the ----th Cavalry, spending a portion of the following winter in Paris, writes that he met him face to face one day in the galleries of the Louvre. Being in civilian costume, of course, and much changed in appearance since he was a youth in the straps of a second lieutenant, it was possible for him to take a good long look at the man he had not seen since he wore the chevrons of a dashing sergeant in the Battle Butte campaign. "He has grown almost white," wrote the lieutenant, "and I'm told he has abandoned his business in New York and never will return to the United States."
  • But the natives were "game," as Ben expressed it; and instead of withdrawing, they began to come closer, using every bush, tree, and outbuilding to the best advantage. Some of their fellows had joined them, so that the attacking party now numbered fifteen, and each well armed. They had seen that Ben wore the uniform of a captain, and felt that the capture of such an officer would be much to their credit.
  • "Hist!" He had fetched his compass round by the back of the garden, treading so softly that the signal sounded almost in my ear and fetched me off my flower-pot in a nervous quake. He wore a heavy pea-jacket, and, as a smell of hot varnish announced, carried a dark lantern beneath it. He had strapped this to his waist-belt to leave both hands free.
  • Oh, say, I hope you're not doing too much! You know, Tom, you're not used to farm work. Ralph laid down his pen and blotted the letter with much deliberation. His pale face, from which the freckles had faded noticeably during a week of indoor confinement, wore an expression of deep concern. "And it's not easy, I can tell you!"
  • A little dust cloud was traveling up the trail toward the Bar Double G, the center of which presently defined itself as a rider moving at a road gait. He wore a Chihuahua hat and with it the picturesque trappings the Southwest borrows on occasion from across the border.
  • This man was a fine specimen of a hale old Norseman. He wore a complete suit of brown homespun--excepting the jacket, which hung on a rusty nail in the wall. Knee-breeches and worsted stockings showed that even in declining years he had a good pair of legs. His grey hair hung in long straight locks over his shoulders, and on his head was the invariable red nightcap. The only weakness for finery displayed by this old hero was in the matter of buttons and braces. The buttons were polished brass of enormous size, and the braces were red. These were displayed to great advantage in consequence of a space of full four inches intervening between the bottom of his vest and the waist-band of his breeches.
  • Trevor looked over at the bar, just as a Halfling came into sight and walked towards the both of them. He was dressed much the same as Erling, but he wore a white apron (which had splotches of blood on it) and had several small instruments in his shirt pocket. He wore gloves, too, and looked very much like a miniature doctor.
  • The men wore thick corduroy trousers, thick black jackets and black hats, gray flannel shirts, black thick socks and hobnailed boots.
  • Whilst I was still talking to my mother I received an urgent summons to the palace. I went and in a little ante-chamber met Amada alone, who, I could see, was waiting there for me. She was arrayed in her secular dress and wore the insignia of royalty, looking exceedingly beautiful. Moreover, her whole aspect had changed, for now she was no longer a priestess sworn to mysteries, but just a lovely and a loving woman.
  • Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man who looked familiar. He wore a gray cabbie hat, and I was sure Id seen him before, but I couldnt place where. He was older, very distinguished looking. I closed my eyes, thinking if I could concentrate, I would be able to place where I knew him from. He was standing around the corner of the building watching me. Something didnt feel right. I glanced into the parking lot and saw a woman for a fraction of a second. It was Rewsna. I raised my hand to say hello, but she vanished. I looked around all the cars and couldnt see a trace of her. Then it hit me. The man had been at the mall on Sunday morning. I looked back toward the corner of the building, and he was gone, too. The hair on my arms flew to attention, and a feeling of dread washed over me.
  • The ship was pulling into her mooring as they rode up. The guards arrayed themselves on the pier, looking decorative in their blue tunics and polished breastplates. Cassiushorse was restive; she didnt like the proximity of the water. He was absorbed with calming her when the gangplank was lowered and the Toqueian delegation began to disembark. The harbourmaster went forward to speak to the mate about paperwork, while Valentin dismounted and went to meet the group of nobles making their way off the ship. Cassius gestured forward the servant who was holding a string of horses, then he too dismounted, waiting by them for the group to approach. There were five men and a woman in the party. Three of the men were middle-aged; clearly Prince Caspars advisers. The woman was more like a girl; she wore a gold circlet wound in her blond hair.
  • Monte Cristo was engaged in examining this portrait with no less care than he had bestowed upon the other, when another door opened, and he found himself opposite to the Count of Morcerf in person. He was a man of forty to forty-five years, but he seemed at least fifty, and his black mustache and eyebrows contrasted strangely with his almost white hair, which was cut short, in the military fashion. He was dressed in plain clothes, and wore at his button-hole the ribbons of the different orders to which he belonged. He entered with a tolerably dignified step, and some little haste. Monte Cristo saw him advance towards him without making a single step. It seemed as if his feet were rooted to the ground, and his eyes on the Count of Morcerf. "Father," said the young man, "I have the honor of presenting to you the Count of Monte Cristo, the generous friend whom I had the good fortune to meet in the critical situation of which I have told you."
  • As the bewildered fans left, two men stayed behind. The first was strikingly handsome, but he wore a threadbare pair of brown pants and jacket instead of his usual high dollar attire so he would not attract attention. He was there solely to blend in and observe. He showed no loyalty to either Lynchburg or Wilmington and was no fan of Carnival Baseball. The fact was he loathed the game and felt it was beneath him. He enjoyed the sports of gentlemen and baseball simply did not make the cut. However, what he had observed left a bad taste in his mouth. It was bitter and acrid and was something that the incognito Mr. Scratch never experienced before.
  • Tricksy turned to Reggie, whose countenance wore a non-committal expression; then she looked at Allan and heaved a little sigh.
  • They wore the red cassocks that i am told are the prerogative only of royal choirs.
  • All at once a man was seen climbing into the rigging with the agility of a tiger-cat; this man was dressed in red; he was a convict; he wore a green cap; he was a life convict. On arriving on a level with the top, a gust of wind carried away his cap, and allowed a perfectly white head to be seen: he was not a young man.
  • Char shut his eyes. At Daren's feet lay a girl shelt, tears of fright mingling with the grime on her face. She wore a ragged shirt, colorless with dirt. Her fur and hair might have been white.
  • He sifted through all that he knew of the Wolves. They were a small group, tight-knit, and tight-lipped. They wore caution like a brand. Whenever someone posed enough of a problem, enough money would change hands, filtered through the proper channels, and within weeks the problem was gone. A very simple solution to problems that were, quite often, simple misunderstandings. The Wolves did not involve themselves in the morals of the arguments. They were merchants, plain and simple. It just so happened that their product was not fruits, grains, or rare gems. They sold death. There were none better.
  • `That's a busted-up state o' ignorance, no doubt' said I, in a soothin' sort o' way, for I see'd the man was riled pretty bad by ancient memories, an' looked gittin' waxier. He wore a black eye, too, caught in a free fight the night before, which didn't improve his looks. `You said we just now,' says I. `Was you one o' them?'"
  • "Oh, don't play dumb with me!" teased Scott. "I remember how when we were T.A.'s back at M.I.T., you always had a flock of Wellesley girls in your sections." Wellesley was M.I.T.'s sister school. The Wellesley women taking classes at M.I.T. were always readily distinguishable from their M.I.T. sisters. Whereas the Wellesley women usually wore dresses, jewelry, even make-up, the M.I.T. women dressed much the same as the M.I.T. men.
  • A guy squeezed by us wearing a Guy FawkesV for Vendettamask perched on his head like a hat. He wore no black. I had seen a smattering of these mask wearers in the crowd and had no idea what group or ideology they represented and how they meshed with everyone else. Maybe it was just a fashion statement?
  • He was tall, erect, had broad shoulders, and was of powerful build, while, strange to say for an officer, he wore his black hair long and falling in heavy masses down his back.
  • Well, yes, but it was not for more than two minutes, she replied. "There was a mistake in my last weekly bill, and I wanted Dock to take it back to the store with him for correction. Then I found I had left it in the pocket of the dress I wore the afternoon before, and so I went upstairs to get it."
  • Josephus writes that the high priest wore a headpiece on which... ...was engraved the sacred name.
  • Either that or we'll end up in the kitchen, Loi thought in amusement. As they walked she realized Cat wore a dark blue dress. That was unusual, Cat hardly ever wore dresses. Then she spied Cat's high boots underneath and smirked.
  • The clearing wind, which had dispelled the fog, came from the north and blew colder and colder as the night wore on. In the morning the Captain woke stiff and chilled and with a very sore throat. "I'm all right," he protested when Aunt Clara came in to administer remedies, but his voice was a mere croak. Aunt Clara felt of his head and found a high fever. She promptly ordered him to stay in bed and set herself to the task of breaking up the cold. Hinpoha wandered around distracted all day.
  • Tess laughed politely but wore a look on her face that said she didnt understand what I meant in the least, not that she should have.
  • Well, as soon as I reached the kraal I saw that some kind of festivity was in progress, for an ox had been killed and was being cooked, some of it in pots and some by roasting; also there were several strange Zulus present. Within the fence of the kraal, seated in its shadow, I found Umbezi and some of his headmen, and with them a great, brawny "ringed" native, who wore a tiger-skin moocha as a mark of rank, and some of his headmen. Also Mameena was standing near the gate, dressed in her best beads and holding a gourd of Kafir beer which, evidently, she had just been handing to the guests.
  • He turned his eyes upon the two before him. Turan held his breath for he knew that now the man must discover that they wore not the harness or insignia of Manator. He had wondered before why the old fellow had not noticed it, for he had not known that he was half blind. The other examined their faces, his eyes lingering long upon the beauty of Tara of Helium, and then they drifted to the harness of the two. Turan thought that he noted an appreciable start of surprise on the part of the taxidermist, but if the old man noticed anything his next words did not reveal it.
  • Between the front door and the base of the blast furnace stood at least twenty warriors. Clad in gray fatigues with no insignia, the broad, muscled men bore muskets, swords, or battle axes. A few men wore blood stains, but none appeared injured. This must be the party that slaughtered the emperor's guards.
  • The long night wore on, but Paul, immersed in the profundity of his own thoughts didnt seem to notice the miles slipping by. It wasnt till the pale light of another dawn brought a dusky colour to the landscape around him that he became aware of quite how hungry he was. His stomach felt a tight, gripping ache that was almost painful in its intensity.
  • "Sorry, I'm temporarily invisible. This time yesterday, nobody could hear me either, but that part of the spell wore off. So why are you here?" When I began to untie him, he started talking.
  • They all carried bows and arrows slung to their backs, as well as rifles that lay across their knees. They wore moccasins and leggings of buckskin, but no clothing above their waists. Their saddles were simply folded blankets, which would be their covering at night. In place of stirrups they used strips of buffalo hide with a loop at each end. These were thrown across the blanket saddles, and the feet of the riders were supported in the loops.
  • Their wanderings took them to the Wizard's Side once more, and Deacon began to explain the different areas. There were the yellow-clad novices studying wind magic as a specialty. The people wearing aqua, most lingering near a small lake on the eastern edge of the village, were water wizards and their students. Those dressed in brown were focused on earth magic. Fire apprentices and instructors wore red. The white tunics belonged to healers, and those in black were the war wizards, black magic users.
  • Three men who wore the uniforms of French soldiers, one of whom was evidently a lieutenant, looked hastily up when Rod entered the vegetable cellar, and addressed them in the words we have given. The ordinary soldiers carried guns, and these weapons they half raised, as though wishing to be ready for any emergency.
  • Lying in their deck chair Tiger and Lily looked a really cool pair of little dudes. Louie had made a couple of sun hats out of small acorn cups turned upside down. The pair also wore little sunglasses that Louie had fashioned out of shed cicada skins. The cicada skins were similar to a hard thin transparent plastic and had factor 30+ properties to protect the little eyes from ultra violet radiation.
  • "Grandmother…" He shook her shoulder gently. "I have the meat." Carinas shoulder-length hair was shock white. She wore it in a loose bun at the base of her neck, with a patterned fabric kerchief tied in the back, covering her head and ears. The vibrant colors of the kerchief made her skin look even paler than usual.
  • The face of Smith wore a strained, desperate look. Madden stared at him for several seconds, quite taken aback by finding him in such an unexpected place. One thing, however, filled the American with deep gratification. The man was not drunk.
  • For the next five weeks each Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, Ben and Yana sparred, punched, thrusted, kicked, blocked and generally wore each other out for an hour under the watchful eye of Akira Misaki. Both scored some degree of injury on the other. Ben suffered a black eye in the first week and multiple bruises to his legs, arms and torso. Then he decided that she may be a beautiful woman but she was hurting him and that had to stop. In the second week he gave her a black eye and fractured one of the fingers on her left hand.
  • All this while the mist was steadily moving down upon us, and the captain was watching it with gloomy looks when his eyes were not fixed upon the schooner, which kept on gliding away. The doctor's face, too, wore a very serious look, which impressed me more perhaps than the threatenings of the storm. For, though I knew how terrible the hurricanes were at times, my experience had always been of them ashore, and I was profoundly ignorant of what a typhoon might be at sea.
  • "Uncle Valentin, mother says I must do the address," said Adelais. The coronet she wore on her tumbling black hair seemed not to be pinned right.
  • Mining is, in many respects, the chief operation and the Katanga, which is really one huge mine, principally copper, is the most prosperous region so far as bulk of output is concerned. Since this area figures so prominently in the economic annals of the country it is worth more than passing attention. Like so many parts of Africa, its exploitation is recent. For years after Livingstone planted the gospel there, it continued to be the haunt of warlike tribes. The earliest white visitors observed that the natives wore copper ornaments and trafficked in a rude St. Andrew's cross--it was the coin of the country--fashioned out of metal. When prospectors came through in the eighties and nineties they found scores of old copper mines which had been worked by the aborigines many decades ago. Before the advent of civilization the Katanga blacks dealt mainly in slaves and in copper.
  • 'No sign of them as yet, war-leader,’ Dolgthrasir grunted. He wore a heavy jerkin that stank strongly of the pitch in which it had been dipped. 'What do you propose we do?’
  • The listener was within twenty yards, but invisible beyond the crowded undergrowth. The new arrival was perfectly attired, and handsome, in a supercilious, brainless way. He wore a Norfolk Jacket and knickerbockers, and his tanned boots were polished till they shone like glass. For a while he poked about the tent and its neighbourhood, and, having satisfied his curiosity, drew out a cigar-case from one pocket, a silver matchbox from another, and a paper-clad novel from a third. Then he disposed himself so as to command a view of the landscape, and began to smoke and read.
  • The Captain did not seem so cordial to them as they left the ship, and he wore a disappointed look. As they said good-bye to all, and the tug started for shore, a figure on deck waved his hat and called out to them: "I found you out."
  • A short time later the doors at the base of the tower opened and four riders came out to meet Jain and Airk. The couple reigned in their horses and raised their right hands in greeting. Three of the Sorenians were soldiers in stud leather armor with swords belted to their hips. The fourth wore a white tunic with a black wheel emblem over the chest. A war hammer hung from his belt. Adarian shepherds took an oath to never draw blood. They could bash someone to death, but they could not draw blood.
  • As the morning wore on, the ranchers busied themselves in the doing of many tasks about the place. The Kid made a thorough inspection of the roofs and sides of the several shacks, to check up on the repairing needed.
  • Oh, you know we just went over to Chinatown and checked out all the shops; I bought the prettiest set of bowls ever for a friend of mine. I have to remember to tell her what they're for, though, because she gets kind of confused sometimes. I bought her a tea cozy once, gave it to her on a Thursday and I swear, she wore it to church that following Sunday. It had a little stuffed kitty-cat on top. She got the strangest looks, let me tell you. Well, I went over to hershe always sits in the back pew, me I'm right up in the preacher's faceand I told her right out that I bought that thing for her tea pot, not for her head. She was mortified and I said, ‘that's all right, honey, just smile, just look at the people and keep on smilin'. Smilin's always appropriate.
  • Nellise strolled along with Pacian, the two of them appearing to have reopened talks, which was another good sign for their future involvement. The young cleric wore her white hood up over her head instead of her new helmet, and her gleaming new armour was partially concealed by a white cloak that Pacian had the foresight to purchase the previous day. He'd bought five such cloaks, one for each of them to wear as a kind of snow camouflage, one of the few advantages they'd have when they arrived at the Akoran high plains.
  • They were crawling by the time I reached Marged, thrown onto their knees in the shallow water. I pulled her into my arms, aware of how light she was and how exhausted. She wore only her linen shift and her teeth chattered loud enough to hear. I tried to wrap my cloak around both of us, but Humphrey hurried up with a spare cloak and laid it over her.
  • As they watched, three other men slowly emerged from behind the throne and took their places on the marble platform, standing beside the Moghul. They all wore jeweled turbans and each had a sash of gold cloth about the waist. Hawksworth turned to Vasant Rao in time to see a look of hatred flash through his eyes.
  • Practice was over, the umpire took his place and called "play," the Camden team was in the field. Merriwell walked down into the box. He wore his Yale uniform, as he had been unable to obtain a Camden uniform that would fit him.
  • The next morning, Bill was ready to leave for work; Mavis wore a stunning, new negligee. "You dont work tomorrow," she said.
  • Corry stood back and watched the council members stream past. The first had to be Shadock. The king was tall for a faun, broad-shouldered, with dark hair only faintly grizzled. He must have been as old as Meuril, but he wore his years better. His clothes were ornatea cape of purple samite lined with wolf fur over a light wool robe, white and slashed with purple silk. A dress sword in a jeweled scabbard hung from a silver belt at his waist, and a slender crown of white gold encircled his temples. His family came behind him. The crown prince looked very like his father, except that his hair was still ink black, and his cheeks full and smooth. Two girls and five more boys followed.
  • It was toward noon when they steamed up to the town that nestled near the mouth of the great Magdalena River. Of course it was hot, for the season of the year made that a foregone conclusion; but both boys were dressed in suitable attire, and also wore pith helmets calculated to allow a current of air fan the head.
  • Ere they were well gone a man appeared craving audience, a fat man who wore a woeful countenance, for tears ran down his bloated cheeks. Dingaan knew him well, for every week he saw him, and sometimes oftener.
  • Before we got to the apartment I could hear some rather un-Bruno-like squeaks and scratches. I hadn't thought to ask Tip what kind of dog it was and when the landlady opened the door I saw one of those miniature dogs whose respiratory systems are a hopeless jumble. He wore the name Bruno lightly.
  • He also wondered why Hura wore such odd clothing for the world of dream, and where it came from, he had not noticed any of the clothing vendors advertising Levi jeans. He also wondered what mechanical gadget was in need of repair, perhaps the great clockworks that kept the Domain and its grey stones turning. He wondered how he would face his mother. He wondered why Hura would be there.
  • The pen made the most beautiful, jet-black marks, and the paper drank it up like a thirsty man in the desert. I recopied my essay the next day, sitting with Mama in the parlour while she darned socks. Mr Johnstone had given her a tin of cosmetics from Paris, that he'd ordered in special. I'd heard Mama say that only dancehall girls wore makeup, but she blushed when he gave it to her. I gave her a carving I'd done, of the robutler we'd had in 75. I'd whittled it out of a block of pine, and sanded it and oiled it until it was as smooth as silk.
  • We landed at another small airport. Ash wore her modified jeans and T-shirt. She knelt on a recliner as she looked out the window. People outside refueled the plane.
  • He was of middle height, with a small moustache and glistening diamond earrings. He wore a tight patterned turban, a blue robe secured by a gold brocade sash, jeweled rings on both hands, and a massive string of pearls. A golden-handled sword and dagger were at his waist, and two feline cubs frisked by his side. Hawksworth studied them in confusion, and after a moment realized they must be baby lions, an animal famous in English folklore but never actually seen firsthand by anyone in England.
  • For once rumor had not overstated things. The most turbulent rioting the city had ever seen started the next day, and, in spite of all the efforts of the authorities, seemed to increase in intensity as the day wore on. The German authorities seemed to be utterly helpless to cope with the situation, and finally the American troops had to be called upon to quell the disturbances.
  • Now what the hell where they tracking that could pick up a scent on a strong, fresh wind? All of them wore regulation clothing, washed with unscented soap, used unscented deodorant. The only thing that could distinguish such a scentwas animal.
  • Nicholas nodded, and the whole room stood in silence and watched the door slowly open. There was a gasp of astonishment, of genuine surprise. for Irene Yaroslav was well known to them, and it was Irene Yaroslav who stood with her back to the door. She wore a long black cloak of sable and by her coiffure it was evident that she was wearing an evening toilette beneath the cloak.
  • He was a shriveled old thing, with thinning hair plastered to his scalp and bifocals dangling from a strap around his neck. He wore gray slacks and a dark blue cardigan under a suit coat. The only color on his person came from a pair of mismatched turquoise and coral socks.
  • A sense filled her, one of both anticipation and dread. Her power had increased over the years, during the time spent traveling and gathering an army. Allowing her to cast spells in seconds, rather than in minutes like most. Unlike the few others that wore white robes, her power was focused on more than just healing; hers was destructive as well. She could call upon any element that existed and control it however she wished: shatter the earth below someone with only a few words and a wave of her hand, lift huge boulders without touching them and hurl them with deadly force, burn down an entire forest in seconds or bring life to a long since dead one. She could even still poison coursing through one's veins, or completely stop a heart. Not many had accomplished what she had in as few years, if ever.
  • The walk home was empty. People walked into the heart of town from the parkades, destined to waste away their night in some club or bar. Skinny punks in leather jackets finished off smokes outside of video arcades; their girlfriends wore layers of make-up and coontail purses, like members of some unspoken sisterhood. Two kids in leather and cotton jackets, with their baseball caps on backwards, eyed Larry. It was part of a ritual. He saw a number of these people more often than he saw his friends or his family.
  • The appearance of the vast crowd that surrounded the palace differed much from that which they had presented on the previous day, when the Mexicans had fought in their usual garments, or in their padded cuirasses. Today they had laid aside all their garments save their loincloths, having found by experience that their cotton armor was absolutely useless against the missiles of the Spaniards. The chiefs were now conspicuous, as they moved to and fro among the dark masses, by their gay dresses and the metal breastplates worn over the bright feather work. They wore helmets made to resemble the heads of ferocious wild beasts, crested with bristly hair or surmounted by bright feather plumes. Some wore only a red fillet round their head, having tufts of cotton hanging from it; each tuft denoting some victory in which they had taken part, and their own rank in the army. Noble and citizen, priest and soldier, had all united in the common cause.
  • Today was a great day for him--the anniversary of his coronation. Before dawn he had slept for a few hours, and refreshed, vigorous, and in good spirits, he mounted his horse and rode out into the field in that happy mood in which everything seems possible and everything succeeds. He sat motionless, looking at the heights visible above the mist, and his cold face wore that special look of confident, self-complacent happiness that one sees on the face of a boy happily in love. The marshals stood behind him not venturing to distract his attention. He looked now at the Pratzen Heights, now at the sun floating up out of the mist.
  • The twelve Lind and their human companions had already set out for their trek to the Lind pack-home. They walked for the most part and were led by Matvei and Kath. Afanasei walked beside Tara and Kolyei, learning all he could of this alien language. Tara began to think there would be no end to his questions. It was a slow process: what each knew of the other's language was still limited but both species found that being able to illustrate words and ideas with mental images was a great help. As the day wore on, every pair began to speak to each other more vocally, their thoughts being more and more reserved for emotions rather than explanations. Afanasei wondered at the phenomenon. What unbelievable luck that some members of this off-world species were able to communicate the Lind way.
  • "Sweetie," Abelie cut in, rose to her feet, and placed her palms on my cheeks. "We didnt want to leave you. We tried to keep you hidden for five years, but one day a Shadow found you. His name was Jeffa nickname he acquired after seeking out and killing twenty-seven mortals named Jeff. He wore the name like a trophy. We fought him off, as we had in the past, before your birth."
  • One other thing she told. Kate had declared he wore a heavy patch on his right cheek and temple. Yes, Mrs. Clancy remembered it. Some scoundrels had sought to rob him in Denver. He had to fight for life and money both, and his share of the honors of the fray was a deep and clean cut extending across the cheek-bone and up above the right ear.
  • My name's Henrietta. They call me Hen. You needn't mind gushin' over me. I know how you feel. I'd feel just the same if I wore your clo'es and you wore mine.
  • The boat dashed alongside us in true man-o'-war style; our side was duly manned, and presently there entered through the gangway a man dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant in the French navy. He was of medium height and rather square built; his skin was tanned to a deep mahogany colour; his hair and bushy beard were jet black, as also were his piercing, restless eyes; and though rather a handsome man, his features wore a fierce and repellent expression, which, however, passed away as soon as he began to speak.
  • To any disinterested observer, the man seated at the small table blended well with his surroundings. Neither tall nor short, he was blessed with good looks and a trim body; a bit of a chameleon, he took care to blend in to his setting. He wore jeans when he moved through the casual sections of town. But he was just as capable of donning a quality outfit when the occasion demanded it.
  • "You bet your gum boots," said Poleon. "Dey're mos' so t'ick as de summer dey kill Johnnie Platt on de Porcupine." Both men wore gauntleted gloves of caribou-skin and head harnesses of mosquito- netting stretched over globelike frames of thin steel bands, which they slipped on over their hats after the manner of divers' helmets, for without protection of some kind the insects would have made travel impossible once the Yukon breezes were left behind or once the trail dipped from the high divides where there was no moss.
  • An hour passed, and another, with several false alarms--now the crack of some dry board in the side of the house, now a noise made by some one moving in the room, or the creaking of one of the fences outside-- everything sounding strange and loud in the stillness of the night; and as the time wore on, and no fresh attack came, the boys' hopes rose higher, and they turned to the black as the best authority on the manners and customs of the natives.
  • After a time, he looked at the unconscious girl. He limped around her as he slid his small bow back into the black case he wore on his hip. He made another circle around her, frowning. What to do, what to do. He looked around, nothing as far as his eyes could see but he knew where a town was.
  • The following day, Wednesday, the party arrived at the DCs bungalow precisely at five am - in a police Jeep and a truck bearing the insignia of the Army. The SP was in the Jeep with his driver and handyman and another person, introduced as Inspector Aichhinga. All three people accompanying the SP were plainclothes policemen. The SP also wore civilian clothes. The driver and the handyman carried .303 Lee Enfield rifles. In the truck were two village elders, a scout, and the driver in military uniform. They were all now introduced to the Swami by the SP. When he came to the driver, the SP said: "This is Lt. Chakma from the Army. He is the marksman you requested."
  • Captain Shaw lay dying in the sand where the young woman he knew as Paris once lay. Shaw wore the remains of a womans simple dress, tattered and torn from the abuse of Captain West and his men.
  • I shuffled in my slippers to the train attendants at the closer end. In their narrower compartment, they sat next to each other on the bunk, their mouths downturned. The fake blonde complained they'd gotten no sleep. I asked for a couple glasses of tea, then went through the Soviet questions, where, yes, ah, America, to, oh, Armenia. I passed into the fake blonde's hand less than ten dollars, the equivalent of a 1/7 of Soviet's monthly salary, and thanked her for looking out for us, thanked her for taking good care of us until we reached Yerevan. The dollar bills disappeared into the apron frock she now wore over her uniform. No problem. Her pleasure, she commented, a little sprier. I passed on through to the toilet on that side, peeked in. Thanks be to God, the attendants had already mopped and cleaned. I stood above the toilet, not trusting sitting my ass on the seat, preferring the piss stench to the puke; although freezing, at least fresh air whipped in through the drain hole in the floor.
  • And those eyes were evaluating the two women just as they did him. The Madrre was taller than Graice but no more than average height for a woman, and around her blue robe she wore the same type of red sash as the Sistre. Sybille's hair had traces of white in the darker gray and her light brown skin was a shade darker than Holder's even though the Madrre had no noticeable suntan. She wasn't overweight like some people her age, and even though her robe hid her physique and Holder had never seen her walk, he sensed toughness in her. Like Ignacio, she seemed to have the endurance of someone much younger. The Madrre wore an unobtrusive necklace, a simple gold chain with a star as a pendant. From a lump under the front of her robe, Holder suspected that Graice also wore a necklace of some sort hidden inside her clothes.
  • At irregular times, when he had nothing else to do, Jacob went on with his man-shooting, in which Mr. Clifford joined him, though with less effect. Soon it became evident that the Matabele were very much annoyed by the fatal accuracy of this fire. Loss of life they did not mind in the abstract, but when none of them knew but that their own turn might come next to perish beneath these downward plunging bullets, the matter wore a different face to them. To leave their camp was not easy, since they had made a thorn /boma/ round it, to protect them in case the Makalanga should make a night sally; also they could find no other convenient spot. The upshot of it all was to hurry their assault, which they delivered before they had prepared sufficient ladders to make it effective.
  • The three of them had sacrificed everything for her and what was she giving them in return? They were now criminals and fugitives. Perhaps she should turn herself in. There was still time. She was sure that they could ride back before the spell wore off. The soldiers' horses could be resaddled and returned to the hand of their handler. Everyone could get back into position and she could come out of the bedroom and surrender. She could not ask these people to sacrifice everything for her.
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