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  • A young woman not much older than Frank emerged. She wore a white uniform, a skirt showing shapely legs, and like her brother she was short. Brown curly hair rested in a bun, glasses framing an open face, but her eyes were wide, brown, sad. Her sorrow ran all through Kell, but more; a fierce, protective love for the brother in front of her.
  • They were detained three days at Damuggoo, a very dirty town, where, however, the people were generally dressed in Manchester cottons; that is to say, they wore pieces of them round their waists, extending to the knee.
  • "Now do you understand?" Roland pressed her. "I told you I have vowed to do all I can to put a stop to such horrors as the Mont Segur massacre. Do you think I wore the crusader's cross to fight against my own people? Me, a faidit and the son of a faidit? Why do you think I go under a false name? You know enough about me now to guess at what I was doing at Mont Segur, and that must suffice. You know enough to send me to the flames. I am in your power." His grin was humorless; only the left side of his mouth turned up.
  • Then it occurred to Benita that, placed as she was in that fierce light with only the sky for background, she must be perfectly visible from the plain below, and that it might be her figure perched like an eagle between heaven and earth which excited their interest. Yes, and not theirs only, for now a white man appeared, who lifted what might have been a gun, or a telescope, towards her. She was sure from the red flannel shirt and the broad hat which he wore that he must be a white man, and oh! how her heart yearned towards him, whoever he might be! The sight of an angel from heaven could scarcely have been more welcome to Benita in her wretchedness.
  • On his way to the King's tent he felt groggy. He had been sleeping for only a few hours. The night air was cold, as it always was in this desert country, but he wore only tunic, hose, and boots. Back home, the mountain passes would be blocked with snow this time of year.
  • The fire was a quick one, luckily. It roared through the grass like a lion. When it was done with that, it moved onto the ladders. The soldiers holding on to the ladder bases as their comrades climbed up didnt notice the hungry fire until it was too late. The fire was becoming a seething monster and was demanding sacrifices. The Englishmen panicked at the fire all around them and they jumped into the moat, the only refuge against it all. Their armor and shields wore them down though as they swam across in the confusion. Some men didnt mean it, but they pushed their fellow soldiers deep into the water as they struggled across. Quite a few died, crushed beneath the weight of the crowd and the waters.
  • Emma, out of habit, reaches for her breast pocket. She then realizes that she is dressed in her regular clothes, her white-frilled low-cut shirt and blue jeans, the same outfit that she wore on her way to Pine Hallow. She searches her pants pockets and finds that they are empty.
  • Jack succumbed. Freckles was his captive, but he was the Angel's, soul and body. His face wore the holiest look it ever had known as he softly re echoed Freckles' "All right." With her head held well up, the Angel walked slowly away, and Jack turned to the men.
  • This is a very curious case, Mr. Carew, he said, speaking in dry and legal tones. "It resolves itself into two issues. In the first place, the locket may have been empty when your father wore it. In the second place it may have contained something. But if we take the latter for granted, what became of the contents? It is extremely unlikely that the Indian could have found the spring, or, indeed, suspected that the bit of gold was hollow."
  • Everybody seemed satisfied; but there was a little murmur when Miss Wayne appeared, and somewhat indignant glances were cast upon Sergeant Stitt. She wore a veil, but she removed it when she turned to the jury; and it was in a clear, cold voice, which had a trace of haughtiness in it, she answered the questions asked her.
  • Two causes spurred the mutineers to excessive speed, the one a natural desire to tell their wondrous tale to their comrades at Delhi, the other a deadly fear that the English cavalry were in close pursuit. But as the hours wore on and the dreaded rattle of hoofs was not heard, they became reassured and rode on their way flushed with triumph, until at daybreak they caught sight of the minarets of the Jami Musjid glittering in the morning sun. A little later they were crossing the bridge of boats that spans the waters of the Jumna, and the open gates of the imperial city were before them.
  • "Ok Brother, I promise." Now the siblings walked into view. They were polar opposites. He was big and brawny while she was small and skinny. Her clothes were bright and revealing while her big brother wore dark and conservative clothing. The only thing they had in common was the same hair color, and thats all. Even their facial structure wasnt alike. When Kara spotted Sarah she shouted "Hey Sarah! Im so glad that you didnt get hurt."
  • So the evening wore on until some of them began to yawn frequently, showing that they were ready to turn in. As one of them had said, this might be the last time they would camp ashore during trip, because on the morrow they anticipated, unless something unforeseen came up to prevent it, going aboard their boat, and starting on the cruise upon the big waters of Superior.
  • Frantically they searched among the bodies for one that wore a suit similar to their own. Frank found it first. His hand went to the heart and to his joy found that it was beating.
  • "Elinor didn't have a very good impression of him," laughed her husband. "We're on our wedding trip, you know,"--he blushed slightly-- "and mother made us promise we'd stop in to see the old man. He hasn't seen me since I wore knickerbockers, and we had a great time making him understand who we were. Then he said that he hoped we liked Washington, and went back to his reading."
  • "Stress his pride and his old hate unto you! Besides, forget not with what contempt he wore the humble togahow in his request he scorned you!
  • Clyde first met Tanner, Cosgrove, and Safran the next morning amidst all sorts of training equipment in an exercise yard. The soldiers were seated in chairs propped up against their barracks wall. The little guy, Cosgrove, wore dark shades and chewed gum as if it was a race. Tanner seemed pretty amicable, a regular hayseed from Nebraska.
  • Watching the throngs that passed, both on foot and in carriages of many types, the young naval officers felt certain that at no other point could they obtain as good a general view of the city of Naples. Many well-to-do Italians were afoot, having sold their carriages and automobiles in order to buy the war bonds of their country. As there were several Italian warships in port, sailors from these craft were ashore and mingling with the throng. Soldiers home on sick leave from the Austrian frontier were to be seen. Other men, who looked like mere lads, wore new army uniforms proudly. These latter were the present year's recruits, lately called to the colors and drilling for the work that lay ahead of them, work in deadly earnest against hated Austria.
  • I nodded my head because I did remember for a change. I found that fact amazing since Id recently discovered that the Vaydem chambers held 333 separate and unique vestments. The vestment I wore that night still called out to melike it was mine through some divine declaration.
  • On the 11th, the weather continued fine, but so extremely cold, that no one who had not felt it could imagine it; even our shoes, frozen to our feet, were as hard as horn, and inside they were covered with ice in such a manner that we could no longer use them. The garments which we wore were quite white with frost and ice.
  • There were about thirty men crowded in the barnyard. Some of them had perhaps been at Pravik Castle, but they were a different set entirely than the university students who had led them there. These were men with the creases of hardship drawn deep across greying brows. Their shoulders were broad; their hands rough; their faces coarse. They wore hand-sewn clothing, many times patched, mud-spattered from the early morning ride. They filled the barnyard with the smells of pipe smoke and soil and the singed smell of too many nights spent inches from the hearth. At first glance Maggie thought them all old enough to be her father, but as she looked closer she realized that they represented many generations. Here were young men, not much older than herself, with hands as rough and weathered as those of their grandfathers, men stooped and grey but still strong.
  • Never stopping to notice in what direction he was going, Bob dashed along the street, fearful only lest his guardian would pursue him, and expecting every moment to hear his voice shouting at him to stop. But as the moments wore by without any sign of excitement or alarm, Bob gained confidence, finally slackening his pace to a walk, and began to think of what he should do, now that he had taken matters into his own hands, and severed the ties of years that had bound him to his guardian.
  • "That's right." The passenger car's interior was like the train in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, only in color: seats of plush green velvet, heavy drapes by the windows, walls paneled in red oak. Happy people in Sunday clothes waited to depart. Men had moustaches that waggled in easy grins above their cigars. Women carried parasols and wore long dresses. The conductor looked like Captain Kangaroo with his plump belly and his white walrus moustache. He talked to a tiny old woman with sugar-white hair coiled on her head who wore square wire-rimmed glasses with lenses no bigger than cough drops, and no less thick.
  • "Thankee, sir." He sat. We studied each other. He had a narrow moustache and iron-gray hair, which was not clipped close to his scalp like that of most black men I had seen. His hair was long, glistening with lotion and parted high on one side of his head. He wore faded Levi coveralls, a blue workshirt that had been laundered almost to whiteness, and heavy brown workboots, all of which seemed a little large for him. He looked like a singer Ma liked, Sammy Davis, Jr., but he dressed like a comic strip character I liked, L'il Abner, except for the Panama hat in his hands with an eagle feather in its cloth band. He said, "Go on and cry if you want. Don't mind me."
  • A ghost? a soft masculine voice from behind me startled me. I whirled around, coming facetoface with the second man from the next room. He was of medium build, somewhat flabby, with lazy hunched shoulders and poor posture. He wore eyeglasses that were both dirty and illfitting on his round, moonlike face. He had a long skinny nose that tilted to one side, as if it had once been broken and never properly set. Though he was smiling, his eyes were empty of emotion. They were gray and watery, like some dead fish. His hair was thinning; he was slightly bald on top, what remained was badlycut. His hair was walnutbrown, graying a bit at the temples. Altogether, he cut a rather slovenly, unimposing figure.
  • We were not to be balked, however. Our plans for gayety, long planned and conned over, wore soon announced in all form; and though we made efforts almost super-human in the cause, our plays were performed to empty benches, our balls were unattended, our picnic invitations politely declined, and, in a word, all our advances treated with a cold and chilling politeness that plainly said, 'We'll none of you.'"
  • Jai stood up and patted down his tunican old habitchecking the few meager things they had stolen away with from Sorids lair: two ruby red eggs that seemed almost to glow with an inchoate luminosity, as if each housed a candle flame instead of an embryo. In addition to the eggs, he had an apple with the wriggling rear end of a glowworm sticking out of a tiny hole. It was Ceder who had nicked the eggs and the apple from Sorid during her own escape, but she had given all three to Jai to stow in his satchel, which he wore slung around his shoulder. The satchel was no more than a torn and tied scrap from an older, worn-out tunic. The last item in the tattered scrip was a rope that had formerly been used to mark Jais route through the labyrinthine tunnels in which he worked.
  • This young Blackfoot had the broadest, chubbiest face the boys had ever seen, and the grin on it seemed to touch each ear. He was short, stocky, and the picture of good nature. He wore no cap, and his thick black hair was cut so that it hung no lower than his chin on each side. He wore a hunting shirt, leggings and moccasins that were not very tidy, and he carried nothing in the nature of a weapon about him.
  • Roland reluctantly stepped forward with the other crusaders. His longsword and dagger swung heavy at his waist. He wore them only because, as a knight, he was expected to. He had left his helmet and mail shirt back in his tent. To escort these perfecti, he knew, he would need no weapons or armor. And they were all perfecti now, the believers who chose to stay and die having received the consolamentum.
  • "Wait a minute! That's not . . .," she began but she stopped herself. "Well, it is true that she didn't look the way I do now, but believe it or not, I was beautiful myself back then. I didn't look anything at all like a man and I wore nice dresses."
  • Before him stood a blowsy but not altogether unprepossessing woman of middle years. She wore a cheap print gown. A gipsy scarf was thrown over her head and shoulders, and her ears held loop earrings. Her inquiring glance at Orme was not unmixed with suspicion.
  • "I had an idea that I wanted to bounce off my brother and I wanted Sarahs opinion as well." She looked nervous which is highly unusual and suspicious. She wore her usual pink top and white pants.
  • She wore a golden girdle, from which was suspended a bunch of golden keys.
  • At that moment, the door opened to admit Laylan. "You asked me to get you when the drug wore off," he said to Chance. "He's awake."
  • The fact that I wore the harness and metal of a thern who had been killed by a member of my party convinced them that I was an enemy of their hereditary foes, and placed me on a better footing in their estimation.
  • The 946 bus turned right on San Diegos Mesa Lejano Boulevard at 10:13 p.m., the glare of its headlamps washing out the yellow digital overhead display that announced it as such. It lumbered ahead slowly, gaining speed reluctantly, the rising bass whine of its motor hollow and shrill. The bus was an old blue-and-white, made in95, a long rectangular box on wheels, natural-gas powered. The cold white flourescent interior lighting bleached the color from the navy seats and the only passenger aboard, a lanky Hispanic boy in a black T-shirt and tan knee-length pants. The driver, shrouded in darkness, wore a gray ski cap and the standard blue operators uniform. On the plexiglass partition behind him was the sign:
  • Such were the exclamations uttered by those on board the Esperanza. The ship had driven into a bay, where, against all expectation, the anchors held. Should the gale not again increase, fresh masts might be procured from the shore, and the voyage be continued. All depended on the character of the natives. Persons were observed moving on the beach, and apparently watering the ship; but the sea was yet too rough to allow any boats to come off with safety. Gradually the wind went down, and Captain Langton resolved to communicate with the shore, in order to ascertain the character of the inhabitants, that, at all events, the ladies, and a party to guard them, might be placed in safety till he could get the ship into a secure harbour. The shore was anxiously scanned by all. The natives were still there. One man, who possessed the best eyesight in the ship, affirmed that the savages were white, and wore clothes; though, as might be supposed, his assertion met with the ridicule it deserved.
  • It looks like a battery coming from the direction of Antwerp, and hurrying to get in action! Rob ventured to say, as he discovered that those who were seated on the horses and on the gun caissons wore the Belgian uniforms.
  • After he had bathed and changed, Joff went into the cottage. Coursa stood by the fire where one of her granddaughters stirred a pot of steaming porridge. The granddaughter took her leave, but Joff barely noticed. Coursas thick hair fell in loose rings around her shoulders and down her back. She wore a dress like the one she had worn to greet laird Telamon, but this one was was white and fit her form even more snugly. Her brown eyes glowed as she smiled at Joff.
  • One man stood out from the rest. Where the others led mules, he rode a beautiful bay gelding. Where the others wore chain mail, he had on gold-washed half-plate. Everything about him screamed nobility. The Duke of Viborg, I presumed. He sat there astride his horse and took a long, lingering look at his surroundings. The back of my neck went cold, and I held absolutely still: not breathing, not blinking. His eyes slid past me. For the first time in months I forgot my hunger.
  • I broke off. Mrs. Hilary was walking toward us. I think she was pleased to see me getting on so well with the matron, for she was smiling pleasantly. The matron wore a bewildered expression.
  • It was not quite an upset. But the two leaders were lying flat. The booted postilions had got down, and two servants who seemed very much at sea in such matters, were by way of assisting them. A pretty little bonnet and head were popped out of the window of the carriage in distress. Its tournure, and that of the shoulders that also appeared for a moment, was captivating: I resolved to play the part of a good Samaritan; stopped my chaise, jumped out, and with my servant lent a very willing hand in the emergency. Alas! the lady with the pretty bonnet wore a very thick black veil. I could see nothing but the pattern of the Bruxelles lace as she drew back.
  • Outside Wintersleighs entrance, servants were unloading the luggage and parcels from the Brearlys carriage, and were going back and forth into the house like pendulums in a clock shop. As the guests made their way inside, they were hospitably greeted by Louisa who, having discarded her usual black attire for the festive occasion, was dressed in an evening gown of silver grey silk, with low set balloon sleeves. Her hair was dressed the way she always wore it.
  • Silent as a cat, he crept forward and counted as many as twenty underling hunters. The small humanoids wore cloaks and leather. They were armed with steel and shields. He could smell their rancid breath, and their chittering voices aggravated him. His head scanned around, but he did not feel the presence of any guards. Good. He knew this race that he hunted. No guards meant something else, a magic ward perhaps, if he ventured close enough. Magicall underlings had magic. Underling hunters, though not powerful in magic, still had spells that would aid them. But, Venir thought, he was privy to most of it. Fighting the urgings within the helm, he crouched down and waited. His sweaty hands were squeezing the shaft of his axe. Patience!
  • The mutineers kept carefully out of sight, and, as night settled over the scene, the captain remained wide awake and vigilant. There was ample food for thought and reflection--the cutting of the hose-pipes of the diving apparatus, the attack by the mutineers, the terrible flight and pursuit, the interference of Inez--all these and more surged through the brain of the captain, while he slowly paced back and forth, with eyes and ears wide open. Inez still slumbered, and all was silent, excepting the boom of the ocean against the coral-reef; while, as the night wore on, the captain maintained his lonely watch.
  • Although Frank had seemed to pay very little attention to the stranger, he was inspecting him closely. He saw the man had pulled his hat down over his eyes, and wore his coat collar turned up. He had a black beard that concealed his features to a great extent.
  • Tunstall hamlet at that period, in the reign of old King Henry VI., wore much the same appearance as it wears to-day. A score or so of houses, heavily framed with oak, stood scattered in a long green valley ascending from the river. At the foot, the road crossed a bridge, and mounting on the other side, disappeared into the fringes of the forest on its way to the Moat House, and further forth to Holywood Abbey. Half-way up the village, the church stood among yews. On every side the slopes were crowned and the view bounded by the green elms and greening oak-trees of the forest.
  • Rordan knocked on the door with the nameplate of Master Dunlin Beag next to it. An imperious man answered. He wore an oversize gown that drooped on the ground and reading eyeglasses hung low on the bridge of his nose.
  • As the three boys gradually drew nearer the place where the lantern could still be seen, they discovered that it was now being held in the hand of some person who wore a uniform.
  • One was bearded, but the other, whose face wore the pallor of long confinement within doors, had but a few days' growth of black beard upon his face. It was he who was speaking.
  • Though his coming had aroused suspicion, though for many weeks there were few who would say a good word for him, as the summer wore away, he established himself so firmly in the life of his native town that people began to forget, as far as anyone could see, that he had ever had occasion to leave it in great haste.
  • Tannis paced back and forth in concern and frustration. For the last few weeks his suspicions had been growing, and now it seemed that the waves of unavoidable doom had finally reached the Medoran shores. But perhaps doom was too strong of a word for the situation. He had faith in his Legions, and knew that every last man would die before they let harm come to the Empire. He looked to the floor as his mind raced for solutions to endless scenarios. Normally he would clasp his hands behind his back as he pondered in this way, but today he wore his long black cape, which made the habit difficult. He knew that the men would see the gravity of the situation when they arrived and saw him dressed as if he was riding to war.
  • Two masked Tavaedies crept into position, and, after exchanging a silent nod, rushed to hack apart the log he'd left in his sleeping roll. They cussed like drunks when they discovered they'd dulled their flint axes for no reason. In the dark, he couldn't see their tribal marks, and might not have been able to guess in any case, since they both wore furs against the cold. He shadowed them back to their camp, a neat affair of two leather tents and seven canoes. The snow gave way to the ice-choked grasses of a frozen river. The ice was unbroken, and the grass tall enough to offer cover, so he followed cautiously, but something nagged him. Two men had attacked his sleeping roll, but there were seven boats.
  • I nodded my head and turned away. A bald man walked past and hurried up the stairs. I looked out to the street as I waited and watched a woman with a small dog walk past. The woman wore a blue sweater and I remembered a reference to the ocean planet. Earth. Mars was the red planet. Martians were evil. Therefore red signified bad and blue was good. I looked back at the doorman and noticed his navy blue uniform; clearly a good sign. The doorman waved his hand, signaling me to come back over, and he handed me a hand drawn map showing a grid of streets and a star.
  • As Basil gazed upon this noble creature, he became imbued with an irresistible desire to possess him. It is true he already had a horse, and as fine a one as ever wore saddle; but it was Basil's weakness to covet every fine horse he saw; and this one had inspired him with a most particular longing to become his owner.
  • Embarrassed and vulnerable, she spun away from me, but not before I noticed how voluptuous she was. Her light brown hair spilled over her shoulders and almost covered her breasts. Under all that clothing she wore she was curvy: full breasts, small waist, and full hips. I noticed also a glint of silver from piercings that adorned her nipples.
  • Short hours later, Eric stood in the kitchen of his home. The earlier exchanges were severe and full of insults and threats. His stepfather, Carl, was a greasy punk. He had grown into middle-age and had fallen into a shirt and tie job. She met him at a bar near the Navy base. She knew their relationship was special right from the start: the morning after he first met her--first fucked her-- he took her out for the nicest breakfast in town. He paid for that on a defunct Visa. He was only five-foot-nine but another half of Eric's breadth. His hair was salt-and-pepper grey and shoulder length. He wore it like that to appeal to a wider range of customers. For his favored clients, he'd close deals with a joint smoked in their new car. He'd send them away fried and their money in his wallet. More than once, he used pot that he scammed off of Eric. When Eric protested, Carl threatened to expose him to his mother. When Eric once threatened the same in return, Carl said, "Go ahead, kid. Who do you think she'll believe?"
  • I had so many questions about her. Why did she give me up for adoption? How did she die? Was she different like me? Could she make things move with her mind when she got angry? In the photograph, she wore her long blonde hair in a ponytail high on her head. A blue ribbon was tied perfectly around it. She was smiling and beautiful, but there was also worry in her eyes.
  • There was a great deal of talk, but Hearty had determined that no one should leave the yacht. Mrs Topgallant was below, and could not be disturbed; besides, the other young ladies could not be left without a chaperone. The Miss Masons wanted to go in company with their pastor, but it would not exactly do to be out in a boat alone with the Rev Fred. As that gentleman was afraid of catching cold, he was at the time safe below, and knew nothing of what was taking place, so the boat was sent off without a freight. Hearty vowed that he would fire on any other boat which came near us to carry off any of his guests. Thus the night wore on.
  • "That time, of all the times, I laughed him out of patience!" Cleopatra smiles. But that night I laughed him into patience! And next morn, ere the ninth hour Id drunk him to his bedthen put my tire and mantles"—hair-piece and clothes—"on him, whilst I wore his sword, Philippan!"—named for his victory at Phillipi.
  • In the year following, I rode in an ambulance one day with Mr. Emerick from Aldie to Washington during the Gettysburg campaign, and was amused beyond my power of description to hear Mr. Emerick detail the trick that a Rebel Spy had played on him at Aquia Creek. He did not detect, in my hearty laugh at his recital of the story, that I was in any way an interested party because, at that time, I was on the Headquarters Cavalry Corps, Army of the Potomac Staff, and wore the blue uniform.
  • I think Carol's right, Rakesh said. "This is all very unusual for us." He wore a bright orange tie with a dark blue fitted shirt, looking very much like a Big Pharma executive. He looked good.
  • The afternoon wore on, Professor Morris and Evelyn glad to rest after the recent shocks, and Jack playing games with Modjeska, while the Princess walked restlessly about the vast chamber, constantly looking at her watch.
  • The 5'6" Belinda had tanned skin, dark hair, blue eyes, and was athletically trim from her years of running marathons. She wore a smart-looking, navy blue pants suit with a white ruffled shirt.
  • Blade glanced at the sunlight slanting in through the windows and winced. Swinging his legs off the bed, he banged the dagger down on the side table and used both hands to rub his face. Chiana stepped back as he rose and stretched. He wore only a pair of baggy grey flannel shorts, which hung incongruously on his lean body and seemed in danger of falling down at any moment. He shot her a scathing look.
  • So we all had Cokes. I drank mine to the last drop, though it did not taste like grape or orange or anything good. Digger and I made sand castles while Ma and Mr. Drake sat on the beach, talking about concrete block houses and girls to help with house work and what the local schools were like and the funny things that children did. Ma wore her swimsuit and sunglasses that day, and Mr. Drake, in green swimming trunks and a red Hawaiian shirt, had white gunk on his nose like lifeguards wore (which he told me was warpaint). In the sunlight, his hair and hers were the same color as Digger's and Little Bit's, which meant they were the same color as mine. As Ma spread tanning oil on her legs, Mr. Drake smiled and said it was a glorious day.
  • After a few minutes Terri and I were clothed in nineteen forties period costumes. Terri wore a sundress with a floppy hat and dark sunglasses and I wore a lightweight suit with a fedora and black patent leather shoes. I also had the matrix dispense five hundred dollars of period currency.
  • "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!
  • "Well look what the cat dragged in," Francesca chirped. The diminutive woman was under five feet tall, and her frothy black hair spilled out over her shoulders and blended into her black wings at the edges. Francesca owned a bar, and frequently acted as the businessentertainment as wellshe was wearing her typically scanty attire. She wore a black ruffled miniskirt and a hot pink halter-top that showed off both the perfect musculature of her clavicle and upper arms, as well as the flat expanse of her stomach. Despite the fact that she knew it would heal in the near future, Omari held back secret jealousy at Francescas flawless body.
  • The night wore on. Wearily, Nat clung to the small wheel in front of him, shifting the course of the vessel now and then, as he picked out the route on the chart, or made a quick shift to avoid some bar or island. His arms and legs were weary. His eyes were hot and smarting from lack of slumber and rest. But he stuck it out. Captain Turton offered to relieve him, but the boy did not want to give up. Even had he done so, the relief would have been short, as, while the commander was proposing it, word came that the ship had sprung a small leak, and the captain's presence was needed to see that the pumps were set going.
  • Here he stopped for the night, intending to proceed to the city early on the next morning. Immediately after entering the town, Bo Muzem met a person whose face wore a familiar look.
  • The other women was much older, Mrs. Beckerman, my neighbor down the hall still wearing her pink pajamas, under a pink night robe. She was yawning with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Her hair was up under a womens sleeping net, with a handful of stray hair poking out of one side. She wore bright pink furry bunny slippers.
  • Gradually the assemblage dispersed. A man was sent to the Swan Inn, by Holborn Bridge, where the travelers' nags and pack horses 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.
  • "Well, hmmm." Emory set hands on her hips. She wore an ankle-length nightgown, faded Disney characters on the front. It was from Alicias daughter Kelly, one of Emorys favorite pair of pajamas.
  • The door opened, and through it came Jacob Meyer, followed by three natives. Benita did not see or hear them; her soul was far away. There at the head of the room, clad all in white, for she wore no mourning save in her heart, illuminated by the rays of the lamp that hung above her, she stood still and upright, for she had risen; on the face and in her wide, dark eyes a look that was very strange to see. Jacob Meyer perceived it and stopped; the three natives perceived it also and stopped. There they stood, all four of them, at the end of the long sitting-room, staring at the white Benita and at her haunted eyes.
  • But Jotham was not the only one who proudly sported a badge. In fact, every one of the eight members of the Beaver Patrol wore a bronze medal on the left side of his khaki jacket. This had come to them because of certain services which the patrol had rendered at the time a child had been carried away by a crazy woman, and was found, later on, through the medium of their knowledge of woodcraft.
  • The second man rolled his eyes. He was downright skinny, in an undernourished-looking way, and his hair was silver. And I dont mean gray either. He wore a light brown sweater and baggy brown pants, though Im sure the pants would have been more form fitting if the man had any meat on his bones. There was a large pouch at his side, and he kept doing and undoing the clasp in frustration.
  • The men in the booth had thick fur hats and wore military uniforms. They seemed Russian or Siberian but I couldn't tell. The anxiety still burned, but I fought through the conversation.
  • 'Yeah. It was a hot night, but she was sitting up in bed, dressed as if she was going to the opera, but Marian had told me that she hadn't left her bed in thirty years. Her dress was plain black silk, quite low-cut, and she wore a single pearl, which drew the eye to the clusters of freckles on her chest, as did the long black gloves to the freckles on her forearms. She was a thin bird of a woman, and her eyes were of a cornflower blue, very aware. A silver fox-fur was draped over her shoul¬ders and her silver hair was clasped with a jet brooch.
  • 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.
  • I went up with Craig to Mrs. Mavor's door. She did not hear us coming, but stood near the window gazing up at the mountains. She was dressed in some rich soft stuff, and wore at her breast a bunch of wild-flowers. I had never seen her so beautiful. I did not wonder that Craig paused with his foot upon the threshold to look at her. She turned and saw us. With a glad cry, 'Oh! my darling; you have come to me,' she came with outstretched arms. I turned and fled, but the cry and the vision were long with me.
  • As the morning wore on and the likelihood of a protracted siege became obvious, an appeal for reinforcements was made to the military.
  • In that week before we were to meet the Quatre we both consumed more than normal. For the first time since I could remember, my body was growing. Most of it was muscle. I was glad I wore my clothes baggy.
  • 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.
  • With final yells, and an increase in the quantity of dust tossed up as the cowboys pulled their horses back on their haunches, the range-riding outfit of the ranch came to rest, not far away from the stable. The horses, with heaving sides and distended nostrils that showed a deep red, hung their heads from weariness. They had been ridden hard, but not unmercifully, and they would soon recover. The cowboys themselves tipped back their big hats from their foreheads, which showed curiously white in contrast to their bronzed faces, and beat the dust from their trousers. A few of them wore sheepskin chaps.
  • I know about the charity YOU practiced, he said. "No thanks! Slaughters and beheadings. Dismembering people just because they wore the wrong colors. We don't do that sort of thing in the modern world."
  • Eight men worked in the office, though Sespian knew they represented only a portion of the intelligence network. Some wore army uniforms and others bland civilian attire, though all were soldiers.
  • The village was a long row of huts built of bamboo and big brown leaves, and stretched up and down the valley. There was a large hut with two doors opposite us, and sitting on mats in front was a fat man with little bones stuck at angles in his grizzled hair. He wore a pink shirt with studs and a pair of carpet slippers, and around his neck a lot of glass pendants from a chandelier, and he looked surly and sleepy. I says:
  • Uncle John, assisted at times by Rudolph and Arthur, did the questioning. Marcia had seen Miss Travers leave the house, alone, at about two o'clock, as if for a walk. She did not notice which way the nurse went nor whether she returned. Perhaps she wore a cloak; Marcia could not tell. The day was warm; doubtless Miss Travers had no wraps at all. A hat? Oh, no. She would have noticed a hat.
  • But as the evening wore on, I began to wish that I had left out the wines, for the men began to drop an occasional oath, though I had let them know during the summer that Graeme was not the man he had been. But Graeme smoked and talked and heeded not, till Rattray swore by that name most sacred of all ever borne by man. Then Graeme opened upon him in a cool, slow way--
  • But then, something strange happened. A white light appeared from the ceiling. Roses began to fall steadily upon the floor. A wonderful aroma, like that of fresh flowers, permeated the tiny study. I suddenly observed an image materializing in the center of the room. It was a pale young girl with milkywhite skin and ivoryblonde hair. She wore an equally white sweater and skirt. It was Becky.
  • Before long, a woman entered the office. She was in black slacks with a long sleeved deep blue shirt. Black hair framed what looked like an Italian face. Her dark eyes looked warm and inviting and she wore a small smile that I suspected was always there. There was a soft waft of some expensive perfume coming from her. It was a sharp contrast to the musty sent of Larrys office. She glanced once at Larry who didnt seem to know I was there anymore.
  • Just then, a heron dressed in a beige trench coat and yellow galoshes came out of the school and strode towards them. It was holding a carpet bag and a yellow sunshade, and it wore a green rubber turtle on top of its head.
  • The pace was slow next day owing to the heavy loads, each toboggan carrying more than one hundred pounds to the dog. But the trail to the cabin was not a long one and the trappers were anxious to carry with them as much meat as possible, to avoid making another trip until well into fox trapping time. It was late in the afternoon when Connie who was travelling ahead breaking trail, paused at the edge of a clump of spruce and examined some tracks in the snow. The tracks were made by a pair of snowshoes, and the man who wore them had been heading north-east. 'Merican Joe glanced casually at the tracks. "Som' Injun trappin'," he opined.
  • Dick's heart smote him at what he heard. Until that moment he had not perhaps thought twice of the poor skipper who had been ruined by the loss of the Good Hope; so careless, in those days, were men who wore arms of the goods and interests of their inferiors. But this sudden encounter reminded him sharply of the high-handed manner and ill-ending of his enterprise; and both he and Lawless turned their heads the other way, to avoid the chance of recognition.
  • Daisy wore her pink flower girl dress one more time. Augie officiating the service wore a habit of black for the first time. Per my request there was no mention of the Labrador. No mention of going to a better place or saying she was with God now. Sure I had to admit he existed, but that did not mean I had to like it. The reverence would be for her, not him. As personal fuck you I would be holding a party at his house, but not inviting him.
  • She turned and ran through the deep snow to where the bearded man stood frozen. She noticed that her saddle was secured to a horse that was not hers. In a saddle bag she found a length of baling twine. Quickly she searched the rogue, removed a dagger, then trussed his hands behind his back leaving a long length that she could use as a leash. She mounted the horse that wore her saddle, secured the reins of the remaining horses along with the tether to the criminal, and then used her wand to remove the immobilization spell.
  • "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.
  • Felix walked steadily on for nearly three hours, when the rough track, the dust, and heat began to tell upon him, and he sat down beside the way. The sun was now declining, and the long June day tending to its end. A horseman passed, coming from the camp, and as he wore only a sword, and had a leathern bag slung from his shoulder, he appeared to be a courtier. The dust raised by the hoofs, as it rose and floated above the brushwood, rendered his course visible. Some time afterwards, while he still rested, being very weary with walking through the heat of the afternoon, he heard the sound of wheels, and two carts drawn by horses came along the track from the city.
  • And now both lads discovered what the object was, an object that had arrived just in time to save them from a watery grave. They could see that the two men wore the uniform of the German navy.
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