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  • As the day wore on they drew closer to Salez. Soon they could see a dark haze over the next hill, indicating that the city would be just on the other side. Arkins training had filled the last few weeks, but some of the most important training was how to protect their minds. Magic users and Dragons could read thoughts, but if you knew what you were doing you could block them out.
  • Utter silence filled the room in the absence of chanting, and Catrin could no longer feel the monks contributing to her energy flow. Her body tingled and still seemed to vibrate long after the monks departed. Left to revel in the feeling of having been cleansed and remade, her body and consciousness sang. Gradually, the effects wore off, and exhilaration was replaced by weariness. Somewhere in between, she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.
  • When Graice emerged she wore a new dress as well, one in a subdued mixture of dark yellow and tan. She had also taken her hair down from its bun so that the long thick braid hung down her back. When everything was ready, she and Sybille climbed into their cramped space in the wagon and the Madrre recounted her conversation with Holder for Graice. When she concluded, she asked, "Are you upset with me for talking to him before you awoke?"
  • "And our boys, Leander and Melanthios," said the duke. Two long-haired men bowed and took places at the table. Each child had fair complexions, slender bodies, rounded faces, and classical beauty. The girls wore flowing gowns; the boys, long-tailed dinner suits.
  • "We only read the hieroglyphics very hurriedly, being anxious to see what was within the shrine that, the cedar door having rotted away, was filled with fine, drifted sand. Basketful by basketful we got it out and then, my friend, there appeared the most beautiful life-sized statue of Isis carved in alabaster that ever I have seen. She was seated on a throne-like chair and wore the vulture cap on which traces of colour remained. Her arms were held forward as though to support a child, which perhaps she was suckling as one of the breasts was bare. But if so, the child had gone. The execution of the statue was exquisite and its tender and mystic face extraordinarily beautiful, so life-like also that I think it must have been copied from a living model. Oh! my friend, when I looked upon it, which we did by the light of the candles, for the sun was sinking and shadows gathered in that excavated hole, I felt--never mind what I felt--perhaps /you/ can guess who know my history.
  • Bill Mosely looked at him as if he suspected there was something suspicious under this speech, but Tom Hadley wore his usual look, and his companion dismissed his momentary doubt. "You never saw me afraid of any living man--eh, Tom?"
  • The guards led Diane up the stairs to the main hall on the second floor. It was a long, bare room with whitewashed walls. A black crucifix with an ivory figure of Christ hung behind the two Dominican friars sitting at a table. Five young tonsured assistants flanked the inquisitors. All the men at the table wore white robes. Six crossbowmen in black tunics with red crosses stood along the walls.
  • And well he might, for Chet, who was a native of Harbor View, had donned his "best" that afternoon. He wore an extremely light suit, with new tan ties of a light shade, and his purple and green striped hose could be seen a long distance off.
  • The Columns pace slowed to a brisk walk and the morning wore relentlessly on. Further along, the road dropped off sharply into a bamboo swamp that covered everything but the very center of the road itself with mud and water. It was a perfect place for a land mine since there was no other way to cross the swamp and a mine crater would block the road entirely. To complicate matters further the road was so strewn with empty shell casings and shrapnel that it was almost impossible to clear. Sweat ran down the faces of the men on the mine sweeping detail as they carefully probed the road with bayonets. Salty rings of perspiration widened across their shirts and merged in the middle of their backs and chests as they made their way slowly along.
  • What mean I? she answered, tossing up her head and showing the white curves of her throat. "Nay, I mean naught, or all; take it as thou wilt. Wouldst know what I mean, Harmachis, my cousin and my Lord?" she went on in a hard, low voice. "Then I will tell thee--thou art in danger of the great offence. This Cleopatra has cast her fatal wiles about thee, and thou goest near to loving her, Harmachis--to loving her whom to-morrow thou must slay! Ay, stand and stare at that wreath in thy hand--the wreath thou couldst not send to join my kerchief-- sure Cleopatra wore it but to-night! The perfume of the hair of Cµsar's mistress--Cµsar's and others'--yet mingles with the odour of its roses! Now, prithee, Harmachis, how far didst thou carry the matter on yonder balcony? for in that hole where I lay hid I could not hear or see. 'Tis a sweet spot for lovers, is it not?--ay, and a sweet hour, too? Venus surely rules the stars to-night?"
  • The events of that night made a terribly clear impression on the mind of the young New Englander. Years afterward he would wake with a shiver, imagining that the relentless hand of the pirate captain was again dragging him toward an unknown fate. It must have been the darkness and the sudden unexpectedness of it all that frightened him, for as soon as they came down the rocks into the flaring firelight he was able to control himself once more. The wild carouse was still in progress among the crew. Fierce faces, with unkempt beards and cruel lips, leered redly from above hairy, naked chests. Eyes, lit from within by liquor and from without by the dancing flames, gleamed below black brows. Many of the men wore earrings and metal bands about the knots of their pig-tails, while silver pistol-butts flashed everywhere.
  • "Marsh? Castle?" I said. A befuddled fog rose again to drive away my moment of clarity. "I was driving my car to buy ice cream ..." I stopped at the look Llywelyn wore on his facea look that said, ‘your what to buy what?’
  • Betty Gordon had always, foolishly perhaps, associated courtesy and good-breeding with beautiful clothes. This strange girl, who could speak so on such slight provocation (none at all, to be exact) wore a handsome suit, and if her jewelry was too conspicuous it had the merit of being genuine. Betty herself had a lively temper, but she was altogether free from snappishness and when she "blew up" the cause was sure to be unmistakable and significant.
  • At first he heard the sound of indifferent voices, then Anna Mikhaylovna's voice alone in a long speech, then a cry, then silence, then both voices together with glad intonations, and then footsteps. Anna Mikhaylovna opened the door. Her face wore the proud expression of a surgeon who has just performed a difficult operation and admits the public to appreciate his skill.
  • Denisov wore a Cossack coat, had a beard, had an icon of Nicholas the Wonder-Worker on his breast, and his way of speaking and everything he did indicated his unusual position. But Dolokhov, who in Moscow had worn a Persian costume, had now the appearance of a most correct officer of the Guards. He was clean-shaven and wore a Guardsman's padded coat with an Order of St. George at his buttonhole and a plain forage cap set straight on his head. He took off his wet felt cloak in a corner of the room, and without greeting anyone went up to Denisov and began questioning him about the matter in hand. Denisov told him of the designs the large detachments had on the transport, of the message Petya had brought, and his own replies to both generals. Then he told him all he knew of the French detachment.
  • A barefoot young white man, roughly clothed, entered the clearing at a trot and ran up to the two boys. Fixing his eye on Ted, he inquired with a giggle, "What's your name?" When Ted had told him, he turned to Hubert with the same question. His hair was light in color and soft as a child's, but his face was wrinkled and wore a meaningless smile. His pale eyes were vacant yet restless.
  • "I am Dozent Escol, and this is Anginear Mariel. You are very welcome here, young ones," he said. He was some years past forty, had a friendly (if not handsome) face, and was dressed in the green clothes that indicated he was a member of the savant-litteratae. The woman was younger than him (but still quite old in the eyes of the children) and wore the traditional outfit of anginearsa white tunic with many pockets and black trousers. The man continued, "I know this is your first visit, but you'll come back here often in the coming years. You'll learn very much and become proficient at fabricating . . . ."
  • Kales face was blank behind sunglasses. "You havent answered us Verloren," he said, allowing a glimmer of smugness to spice his apathy. He wore a suitcertainly more fitting than my casual outfit.
  • Surely enough, the newcomer was decidedly boyish-looking, yet he wore the fatigue uniform and insignia of a lieutenant of the United States Navy. If he were masquerading, here was a dangerous place into which to carry his antics.
  • 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.
  • As the silence wore on, Jasper tended Lonesome, who was trying unsuccessfully to extract the spear from his shoulder. Several others held Lonesome while Jasper withdrew the spear and bound the wound, then looked about for other wounded.
  • The hours wore on, the little company of castaways dreading every moment that what they feared might happen. Still no indication that the fire was about to break through occurred. But their sufferings from thirst were terrible. One after another the Boy Scouts sank to the decks in a sort of coma. Rob, Merritt, and the ensign himself alone retained their strength.
  • "The Army is 14% female so I'm already outnumbered," she said. "You just don't think about the guys you're around as eye candy or potential husbands. But you still take care of yourself. I put my hair back every day. I wore Chapstick because my lips would get so dry. And I put eyeliner on because I look deadly without eyeliner."
  • When they picked him up he was quite dead, and the cause of his death was revealed by the large ring which he wore on the third finger of his left hand. It had been made hollow, with a tiny hinged cover, and concealed in the hollow there had evidently been a minute dose of an extremely powerful poison which, from the odour of almonds that filled the cabin directly afterward, Frobisher recognised as being prussic acid, one of the quickest and most deadly poisons known to science.
  • 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."
  • Taking a short cut I ran back to the foot of the pass and there, on hands and knees, ascended for a hundred feet or more--the bear steps led up the pass, and yet at the beginning of the trail the feet wore moccasins. This I knew because at one place the foot-mark showed plainly in the gray alkali dust which had accumulated upon a projecting stone a few feet below the ledge. Obviously whoever the visitor was, he had entered and left by this pass. Returning to camp I sat down on a log lost in thought. My reverie was at last broken by the voice of my guide quietly remarking. "Well, Le-loo, what's your judication?"
  • He did not answer it. His face wore a look of perplexity. But, "If I were in your place," he said quietly, "I think I should say the same."
  • The armed strangers were a swarthy, black-browed pair, clad in sleeveless cotton under-shirts and ragged cotton trousers of no particular hue. Both wore the floppy, broadbrimmed straw hats common in the tropics, both were barefoot and carried canvas cartridge belts slung over their left shoulders. A more villainous pair could not be found anywhere.
  • His words created an anxious mood, and they moved in wary silence, alert for any signs of danger to the trees and themselves. It was not until late that night that the first signs of trouble showed themselves. The air had become unseasonably warm--not balmy but well above freezing--and distant thunder told of storms. Occasionally they saw far-off flashes of lightning, but it was the growing orange glow on the northern horizon that alarmed them. Within a short time, the acrid smell of smoke assaulted them. The forest was afire, and Catrin knew they were but kindling before the fury of the inferno. Dried leaves would need little urging to ignite, and the glow became brighter as the night wore on.
  • Talsy glanced up from the sail she sewed as Kieran sauntered into the camp with a long sword strapped to his hip. It complemented his black shirt, over which he now wore a sturdy leather jacket armoured with strips and studs of metal and lined with fur. Studded wristbands encircled his arms, and oddments of armour were tied here and there with leather thongs, each guarding a vulnerable spot.
  • It's important, all right, answered McTavish, "an lucky it is ye're here. That's one good thing the rough ice done, anyhow. For, if it hadn't wore out your dogs you'd be'n gone this three days. D'ye mind I told ye I'd heard they was a free trader over in the Coppermine country? Well, there's two of 'em, an' they're workin' south. They're right now somewheres south of the big lake. They've run onto the Dog Ribs over near Ste. Therese, an' they're tradin' em hooch!"
  • Then, Christine wore an emerald green gown, kneeling on the plush bar jutting from the confessional wall, close enough so her body brushed against the wood. Father Jay's voice carried delicately - a fleeting sound of angels singing - through the screen.
  • An hour later I and my mother, the lady Tiu, stood in the banqueting hall of the palace with many others, and learned that the Satrap Idernes and his escort had reached Memphis and would be present at the feast. A while later trumpets blew and a glittering procession entered the hall. At the head of it was Peroa who led Idernes by the hand. This Eastern was a big, strong man with tired and anxious eyes, such as I had noted were common among the servants of the Great King who from day to day never knew whether they would fill a Satrapy or a grave. He was clad in gorgeous silks and wore a cap upon his head in which shone a jewel, but beneath his robes I caught the glint of mail.
  • That's an old and exploded theory. Why should a white man brought up in the wilds toe outward, as though he wore shoes? With moccasins on his feet, and used to them from a baby, he walks just like a red. But there are many ways of telling whether it is a white or Indian at work. Only long practice will do this. I could not explain it, but if the chance comes I'll promise to show you what I mean.
  • Charlie Brooke ventured at this point to open his eye-lids the smallest possible bit, so that any one looking at him would have failed to observe any motion in them. The little slit however, admitted the whole scene to the retina, and he perceived that ten of the most cut-throat-looking men conceivable were seated in a semicircle in the act of receiving portions from the big pot into tin plates. Most of them were clothed in hunters' leathern costume, wore long boots with spurs, and were more or less bronzed and bearded.
  • Once you started with this nonsense there were really no end of problems. Leen had been idly contemplating the idea of putting in an appearance at the Inauguration Ball even before the Scapulas arrival on the scene. Now he had polarized the question. If she went on her own and wore his gown, that would still be as good as walking in the door on his arm. If she left the gown out of the picture and dressed herself he would most likely take it as a slap, and that would also still leave the maid to be contended with.
  • 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.
  • In the evening the hunters returned, having enjoyed good sport, and being literally loaded with game; indeed, they had as much as four men could possibly carry. Top wore a necklace of teal and Jup wreaths of snipe round his body.
  • The first island we made after leaving Cherry Island, was Varikoro, one of the Santa Cruz group, but, as we were bound northward, we did not heave to till we came off the small island of Lom-lom, where we saw a number of canoes paddling towards us. The natives who manned them wore rings in their ears and noses. Though their object was to trade, as they brought off only a few bows and arrows, and a fruit in appearance and taste resembling an apple, we soon concluded our transactions with them.
  • When she opened them, she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasnt imagining things. She shook her head back and forth a few times. People were quickly surrounding her table, increasing the noise, heat, and claustrophobia faster than Omari would have thought possible. On top of the bar was a Feathered person, but none like Omari had ever seen before. She was little. Very little, maybe not even breaking five feet by the look of her. She had her short curly black hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail, revealing features that managed to be petite and strong at the same time. Her lips were smudged with a dark maroon color, she wore dark jeans and blue sequined halter top. Her wings were black, matching the color of her hair, and seemed even larger than they really were because of her small stature.
  • Caio continued to the statue of broad Lord Sansone, The Servant of Man. Miniature black anvils hung from the corded necklaces of the god's worshipers. They wore common, coarse wool and looked sturdier than the other devotees, many of them powerfully built. Little Caio turned his head and studied the statue with a mischievous smile.
  • The dark couple looked down the walk. A pale man strode toward us. He wore a white cotton suit that glistened in the late afternoon light, and the set of his jaw said that his days were always wonderful. Most of the tourists, including the old woman in the Bermuda shorts, smiled at the sight of him, and so did I. Cal and Victor's glance was almost reverential.
  • The houses in this country were of wood and covered with skins and furs. The inhabitants were unacquainted with iron, but used swords made of sharpened stones, and their arrows were tipped with fish-bones or stones. Tall and well-made, their faces and bodies were painted in different colours according to taste, they wore golden and copper bracelets, and dressed themselves in garments of fur. Cortereal pursued his voyage and arrived at the Cape of Bacalhaos, "fishes which are found in such great quantities upon this coast that they hinder the advance of the caravels." Then he followed the shore for a stretch of 600 miles, from 56 degrees to 60 degrees, or even more, naming the islands, the rivers, and the gulfs that he met with, as is proved by Terra do Labrador, Bahia de Concei?ao,
  • Yes. It is often depicted that they wore velvet and silk and other warm, luxurious fabrics. In fact, the Bethlehem census took place in the summer. And they were traveling. They were wise men after all; they would not have been bogged down with cumbersome robes.
  • They came on the other two sitting squat in the middle of the trail; and if the windfall had been opaque, one of the two wore an expression on his face as if he had guessed. He was tossing a handful of little pebbles up from his palm and catching them on the backs of his knuckles.
  • She wore jeans, pink hiking boots and there was also a pink Low Alpine jacket strewn on the chair beside her. On top of the coat sat a large fake leather bag which had the colour and texture of dried cherry chewing gum. Its withered skin pinched and punched by gold handles and buttons. There were other shopping bags too.
  • The combatants were drawn up face to face, each side ranged in rank four deep. Those in the first row were armed with long spears; the second, with clubs to defend the spearmen; the third row was composed of young men with slings; and the fourth consisted of women, who carried baskets of stones for the slingers, and clubs and spears with which to supply the warriors. Soon after we arrived, the attack was made with great fury. There was no science displayed. The two bodies of savages rushed headlong upon each other and engaged in a general MELEE, and a more dreadful set of men I have never seen. They wore grotesque war-caps made of various substances and decorated with feathers. Their faces and bodies were painted so as to make them look as frightful as possible; and as they brandished their massive clubs, leaped, shouted, yelled, and dashed each other to the ground, I thought I had never seen men look so like demons before.
  • She renewed her efforts to kill her husband. Alice had bruises she couldn't hide. She wore dark glasses to cover the black eye, even tho the nurse acted like she was hiding drug abuse. Whatever she said to the therapist was immediately being used against her, so she was being very quiet and docile. She was used to acting like a mouse, to walking on eggshells. It was no different, there were just more eggshells, and the stakes were higher. She needed to stop Rick before he completely isolated her and gained total control over the kids. She was afraid for herself, but her injuries would heal. It was the fear in the kids' eyes she was struggling against, especially the older one.
  • The hut's curtain parted and a gentleman of some sixty or sixty five years entered- the man I had seen previously approaching with the child. He wore a blue kufi hat and dyed robe with distinct blocks of colorful prints, each about one foot square.
  • While eating our lunch, our host and his numerous family circle who all seemed much interested at our presence did nothing but ply us with continual questions about England, the English people, and the cost of the various articles we either wore or carried with us.
  • Tim wriggled out of his grasp and kept silent. He was not yet ready with his challenge. All through the afternoon he stayed behind with Cameron, allowing the other two to help them out at the end of each drill, but as the day wore on there was less and less need of assistance for Cameron, for he was making rapid progress with his work and Tim was able to do, not only his own drill, but almost half of Cameron's as well. By supper time Cameron was thoroughly done out. Never had a day seemed so long, never had he known that he possessed so many muscles in his back. The continuous stooping and the steady click-click of the hoe, together with the unceasing strain of hand and eye, and all this under the hot burning rays of a June sun, so exhausted his vitality that when the cow bell rang for supper it seemed to him a sound more delightful than the strains of a Richter orchestra in a Beethoven symphony.
  • His own troubles had grown fainter, too, as the time wore on; but for two years he did not see Isabel again. Then they met one day by accident and another day not by accident, and by slow degrees, while tortured by shame and remorse at having, as he told himself, thrown everything worth living for away, he learned what a weak, foolish creature a woman who has once truly loved a man can be, and said, as many of us say--
  • Sarah realized in the short time of being alone that she still wore the poncho that Connor loaned, yet the rain was long gone and the sun brought the dawn again. Not only is he sweet; he thought ahead to keep me dry and warmShe slid the poncho over her head and sat it aside after folding it back up and knocking out much of the rain.
  • But he was a tall, sinewy figure. He wore a cape or short mantle, a cocked hat, and a pair of jack-boots, such as held their ground in some primitive corners of England almost to the close of the last century.
  • He was stunning at just under 6 feet tall, he wore a pale green dress shirt and dark gray slacks. The clothes were tailored to show the lines of his body, which was obviously athletic and well defined. His jet black hair fell slightly into his eyes which were several shades brighter than his shirt. They had to be the most magnificent shade of green Jaxon had ever seen.
  • He had met Godolphin that morning and run him through the thigh. And that bitterest enemy of ours still wore a crutch a month later, when we faced Master Porson before the Commissioner in Saint Aubyn's house at Clowance. At that conference (not to linger over the time between) the Commissioner showed himself pardonably suspicious of us all. He was a dry, foxy-faced man, who spoke little and at times seemed scarce to be listening; but rather turning over some deeper matters in his brain behind his grey-coloured eyes. But at length, Mr. Saint Aubyn having twice or thrice made mention of the Lady Alicia and her presence on the beach, this Sir Nicholas looked up at me sharply, and said he--"By all accounts this lady was a passenger shipped by the master at Dunquerque. It seems she was a foreign lady of birth, bearing letters commendatory to the Court of Lisbon."
  • "Whereat I, wretch, made doubt of his praiseand wagered with him pieces of goldgainst this, which then he wore upon his honoured finger: to attain in suit the place of his bed, and win this ring by adultery, hers and mine!
  • I? He touched up his mustache and again his eyes flashed; involuntarily, as he spoke his name, he laid his hand on the grip of the revolver bumping at his hip, giving the perfectly correct impression that the man who wore that name must ever stand ready to defend himself: "I am Fernando Escobar, at your service for what you please, seor!"
  • The brown dress had been changed, but the brown cloak remained the same, and Prescott felt a pang of remorse lest he had done an injustice to a woman who looked so innocent. Until this moment he had never seen her face distinctly, save one glimpse, but now the brown hood that she wore was thrown back a little and there shone beneath it clear eyes of darkest blue, illuminating a face as young, as pure, as delicate in outline as he could have wished for in a sister of his own. No harm could be there. A woman who looked like that could not be engaged upon an errand such as he suspected, and he would leave her undisturbed.
  • The room was crowded with men and women, intermingled, standing with heads bowed. Some prayed aloud, some silently. All were bareheaded and wore black robes. Roland was awestruck. He had seen Cathar perfecti many times before, but never so many in one place. His parents, though they were Catholics, had taught him to admire the holy ones of the other religion as saints, almost angels, because of their heroic virtue and simplicity of life. The spectacle of so many of these good men and women gathered together was overwhelming.
  • Emulateoften wore sashes and regalia like the ones seen here, emulating groups such as the royal order of foresters or the masons.
  • They landed in a little glade, and David got down in silent wonderment. The very stillness of the air was enchanted. The grass, dappled with sun and shadow, wore a mantle of flowers. Clouds of butterflies sprang up at their approach and swirled about them. To their right stood two broken columns, half-hidden beneath a wild tangle of vine and clusters of purple grapes. Beyond was the forest, dark and cool and silent, with shafts of sunlight in it like golden spears pinning the forest floor to earth. There was no breeze. And as David stood there, scarcely daring to breathe, they heard the sound of shepherd pipes coming from the edge of the wood. It was a minor tune, but somehow lilting too, with the rippling of water in it, and the laughter of birds flying high, and the whisper of reeds as they bend together by the edge of streams, and the gaiety of crickets by night, and the pouring of summer rain.
  • It was the general celebrating a triumph in rome who carried an ivory staff and wore a toga picta and a palmata tunica.
  • Hawksworth pushed his way incredulously back through the milling crowd of infantry and mounted cavalry, feeling as though the world had collapsed. All around him Rajputs were eating handfuls of opium, combing their hair, embracing in farewell. Many had already put on their khaftan, the quilted vest they wore under their armor. He wondered how long it would be before they became drunk with opium and began killing each other.
  • There were a good many other boys in the village, and I used to play with them, and did my best to excel them in all their sports. I found, after some practice, that I could walk on stilts as well as they could. I induced them to run races, and I very frequently came off the victor. They had an advantage, from being more lightly clad than I was, that is to say, while I wore my shirt and trousers, they had no clothing whatever.
  • Next on the greeting line were Alan and Amy Noble. Alan wore a pair of glasses that reeked of responsibility, so I initially assumed that his head was full of numbers, all kind of numbers. On the other hand, Amy Noble head was obviously full of hair. Her quaff was propelled so high that she probably carried an emergency air pump in her purse.
  • That night in the darkness of his room, Logan looked at the stone gargoyle outside his window, the full moon throwing light to the ground. He sighed, running his hand through his too long hair, and again asked himself, "Why am I here?" The orphan, half boy, half werewolf, had a plan to stay hidden till the remainder of the hairy beast Transfigure spell wore off. Headmaster brought him here to live safely, knowing of his plight, and had given him self-control spells for such a time as this.
  • One of the students standing just on the edge of the circle beckoned Gidas to the middle of the floor with the other two petitioners. Gidas noticed the students in here wore their hoods up, their faces hidden in the gloom.He took his place without looking at the other petitioners.From where he stood he could barely make out the heads of the mages sitting above.
  • Sir John was perfectly calm, but his face wore a look of profound sadness. It was evident that this meeting grieved him as deeply as it seemed to rejoice Roland.
  • Noss and Dalla placed an order, then went to sit on the tiers with a group of people. Rordan didnt recognize anyone in the group. He saw a husky mengan guy and two young women. The short, sturdy woman was restless and talked a lot. The soft-eyed, cool mannered woman wore a large rider jacket and had long hair.
  • Antibes bustled with life. It was summer and the sky was bright and blue. The sun was hot and people wore light clothing. There were many holiday people in the town and the traffic matched the crowds at the marina. In the Place Massena the Chteau Grimaldi was now bedecked in French flags as if in a taunt at the previous residents. There was hardly any sign of the recent occupation and life now went on in typical Gallic fashion.
  • Critch sat beside him, rubbing his inflamed hands grimly. All around them stood little men hardly four feet tall. They were armed with knives, spears and bows and were naked save for waist-cloths. Each man wore a square-shaped headdress and all were chattering away with their peculiar guttural clicks. Most of them had arm rings and neck rings of iron or brass.
  • I paused at one portrait. It was of a young boy with blue black hair and stunning blue eyes, an older man with lighter blue eyes and brown hair clasping his shoulder. Both wore formal wear but genuine smiles graced their faces. Yakov stood beside me and smiled at the portrait.
  • "He's desperate and he's dangerous. I sold him a '45' just now." He was about to tell him where the man wore it, and to add a word concerning his dexterity with the gun, when the very fearless deliberation of the youth deterred him. On second thought, Gale yielded to an impulse to wait and see how Meade Burrell would act under fire. If the soldier emerged scathless, it would give him a line on his character; if he did not--well, that would be even better. The sight of his blue and brass awoke in the elder man dread and cowardice, emotions he had never experienced before. Anyhow, he owed it to himself, to Necia, and to the others to find out what kind of man this soldier was.
  • The four soldiers wore the regulation summer campaign uniform of Plains days. Their shirts were dark blue flannel. The light blue cavalry trousers were reinforced at the seats with white canvas.
  • The rest of the Tasmorean army, thousands of men, stood in ranks on the fields before the looming wall. Huge granite blocks, settled together as hundreds of years wore down on them. He could see it rise, following the land as it surrounded the mountain. People hung from the stone, jubilant to see the new king. The gate was a grand arch with towers rising from it. Two giant wolves were carved out of the stone, guarding the entrance to the King's route.
  • They kept lifting the hems of our skirts to see exactly what we wore on our legs.
  • Then he noticed two eunuchs leading a young boy into the room. The youth appeared to be hovering at the age of puberty, with still no trace of a beard. He wore a small but elaborately tied pastel turban, pearl earrings, and a large sapphire on a chain around his pale throat. His elaborate ensemble included a transparent blouse through which his delicate skin glistened in the lamplight, a long quilted sash at his waist, and tight-fitting trousers beneath light gauze pajamas that clung to his thighs as he moved. His lips were lightly red, and his perfume a mixture of flowers and musk. The boy reached for a ball of spiced opium and settled back against a quilted gold bolster next to Mukarrab Khan. The governor studied him momentarily and then returned to the music. And his thoughts.
  • Hawksworth saw a shirtless man standing by one of the white plaster homes. He wore a dingy loincloth beneath his enormous belly, and as Hawksworth examined him he noticed a strand of thread that circled around his neck and under his left arm.
  • The camp wore a festal air the next morning. There was a general atmosphere of eager expectation. It was evident that something unusual was afoot. The fellow that brought in Dick's breakfast looked at him with a covert interest, as though he were to be an important actor in a drama for which the stage was being set. Had Dick known as much as Melton had learned of the hideous fame of his captor, he might have divined sooner the nature of these preparations. He had slept soundly, and the freshness and brightness of the morning had given him new hopes. The food served him was very good and abundant, and he did not know why, just as he was finishing it, the thought came to him of the especially good breakfast served to condemned men on the morning of their execution. He brushed the thought away from him, and just then Pedro appeared at the door of the ten, accompanied by a half dozen of his mates.
  • Considering that Dr. Johnston was really a small, slight man, it was surprising what an idea of stately dignity his appearance conveyed. He could hardly have impressed Bert with a deeper feeling of respect from the outset, if he had been seven feet high, instead of only a little more than five. He was a clergyman of the Episcopal Church, and wore at all times a long black gown, reaching nearly to his ankles, which set off to the best advantage the spare, straight figure, and strong dark face. The habitual expression of that face when in repose was of thoughtful severity, and yet if one did but scan it closely enough, the stern mouth was seen to have a downward turn at its corners that hinted at a vein of humour lying hid somewhere. The hint was well-sustained, for underneath all his sternness and severity the doctor concealed a playful humour, that at times came to the surface, and gratefully relieved his ordinary grimness.
  • Peter walker wore suede shoes which was definitely against the rules how did he get away with that?
  • Sarah turned to look in the same direction and saw Mark holding both of Mathews arms behind his back. He still wore his silver suit and didnt ruin it somehow. Kara stood to the side of Mark, glaring at Mathew. Mathew was struggling to free himself without luck. "He tried to escape while you were working on that porker, Buddy." Mathew tried squirming, but screamed in pain when Mark tightened his grip and almost dislocating his shoulders from behind in the process. "What do you want me to do with him?"
  • The first question was the disposal of the treasure. The soldiers had, for the most part, converted their share of the gold into chains; which they wore round their necks.
  • It was a dragg of about his own age, handsome and high-nosed, with a head and neck of bright orange and with eyes dark and heavy-lidded. All about its body it wore a cloak of closely knotted vine decorated around the collar with feathers and green leaves. There were two slits in the cloak through which his arms appeared, and his claws were perfect, black and even. He smiled at the sight of the two brothers, and his teeth were white and strong.
  • The church-bell was ringing. It was a small bell, and its sweet sound came floating softly over the sea to the ears of our voyagers like an old familiar hymn. The interest of this scene was further enhanced by the assembling of the people to church. Boats were seen pushing off from every island, issuing from every creek, rowing over the calm water, and all converging towards the little bay with the yellow strand. Each boat was crowded with men, women, and children; and as the men wore red caps, and the women white kerchiefs on their heads, their appearance was quite brilliant. In other respects, their clothes being all homespun and of one dark colour, their aspect was sombre enough. So numerous were the boats, and so suddenly did they make their appearance, that it seemed as if the land were being invaded by a foreign host.
  • We left Madrid one morning at sunrise, and went for Cuença. The following was the order of our equipment; we two in a chaise and pair, three mules, laden with baggage and money, led by two grooms and two stout footmen, well armed, in the rear; the grooms wore sabres, and the postilion had a pair of pistols in his holsters. As we were seven men in all, and six of us determined fellows, I took the road gaily, without trembling for my legacy. In the villages through which we passed our mules chimed their bells merrily, and the peasants ran to their doors to see us pass, supposing it to be at least the parade of some nobleman going to take possession of some viceroyalty.
  • A woman knelt beside him and wiped his face with a rag. Foster opened his eyes to behold Annabelle. She wore a nurse's cap, and her elegant gown was soiled with dirt and blood. She seemed exhausted and ill, but her eyes glowed with a sense of purpose.
  • "Are you sure? Did he hurt you?" Robert persisted, examining every inch of skin on her face and neck. She did look fine; she had washed her face and tidied her hair; her clothing was neat and clean and he noticed that she no longer wore her shawl, but she had donned a lace collar that covered her neck, shoulders, and dcolletage.
  • The only detail she was able to make out clearly about the killer was that the person wore loose-fitting clothes and had a sack slung over his or her shoulder. Aradia had a bad feeling about that bag.
  • Rather than the joyous look that Myn tended to give, Solomon wore a very stern look on his face. Deacon wore a look of concern.
  • 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.
  • Dave spotted her immediately. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pushed back by a large pair of sunglasses. She wore a short, strapless red cocktail dress that accentuated every luscious curve. It was a little over the top, even for Grand Cayman, but she looked like a woman who could fall in love with a bank balance. He hoped it would be his. All he needed now was a pickup line. Right on cue his phone chirped. He pulled it phone from his pocket.
  • I observed him closely, and was not pleased with his appearance. His large mouth carried a leering, insolent expression and his nose was broken, hanging a trifle to one side. He was short, with great hulking shoulders. His black shirt was open at the neck, and he wore blue navy trousers with the familiar wide bottoms. His brown forearms were covered with tattoo-marks.
  • Jack wore a silver shirt that tucked neatly into his black pants. He attired a classy belt and his brown and black shoes were brand new. Sarahs father has always had sharp, handsome features, but now he looked exquisite. His long mane of silver hair was freshly brushed as it flowed down to his shoulder blades like a waterfall. "Well how do I look?" Sarah gave him two thumbs up like an idiot.
  • I was tired but I held up my end of the conversation through the daze. I was in heaven seated comfortably where I could rest my feet. Occasionally, I would look over at Sharon and notice her slender tired fingers and the conservative white polo sweater she wore and wonder what her malfunction was. If she had one, she hid it well. There was a hint of uneasiness in her voice but she contradicted it with her sweet and lowdown attitude. I hoped she wasn't too off put by my considerably unkempt appearance and lack of mental clarity but I figured I had done a good job not revealing too much about the mission. I wasn't crazy. I was enlightened.
  • Pierre looked round. Boris Drubetskoy, brushing his knees with his hand (he had probably soiled them when he, too, had knelt before the icon), came up to him smiling. Boris was elegantly dressed, with a slightly martial touch appropriate to a campaign. He wore a long coat and like Kutuzov had a whip slung across his shoulder.
  • Gradually the assemblage dispersed. A man. was sent to the Swan Inn, by Holborn Bridge, where the travelers' nags and packhorses were stabled. Hence, ere supper was served, Walter wore garments of livelier hue, and Roger was able to discard his heavy riding coat and long boots for a sober suit of homespun.
  • The depictions grew somber in their use of pigment. Scenes of lethargy and isolation took hold of the women portrayed. He looked on one wall and saw a scene unfold in which a heated dialogue took place between tall, wise-seeming women and a younger woman. She wore a long over-cloak of soft blue and a glowing pendant in the shape of a pearl-gold, six-pointed star. Her hand gestured toward a gargantuan fish in the distance.
  • For Newman was sober again. As soon as he was out of sight of the group on the after deck, he dropped his inebriety like a mantle. The face I looked into was alert and hard set, and the eyes gleamed strangely as though the man were laboring under a strong, repressed excitement. Newman wore an air of triumph, as though he had just accomplished a difficult victory. My tongue had suddenly become very thick, but I managed to mumble a query. "Say, matey, what's the game?"
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