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  • We passed numerous heavily barred doors and every so often, a guard standing prepared. Finally, at the end of the hall, Kershid gestured grimly. His eyes flashed, but he did not voice his anger. He handed me the torch. The wood was warm from his grip and the heat of the light warmed my face comfortably. From a ring he wore at this waist, Kershid produced the key to unlock the door.
  • The man who held the torch was enormous. More than a head taller than Myranda and easily three times her weight, he had a build that betrayed a mass of muscle beneath a layer of bulk. The light of the torch fell upon half of his face. Scars old and new told the tales of battles gone badly. He wore no cloak. In its place was an overused suit of leather armor and a crude iron helmet.
  • Jillian wore a thin, elegant and beautiful red dress that hung to every one of her luscious curves. It hung as long as a skirt that reached her knees, but it had a slit on the right side that ran up to the top of her hip. A low neckline emphasized her ample cleavage and the dress even exposed her upper back. Two strings were wrapped at the back of her neck to keep her dress in the right place. Even her thick hair sat perfect and straight as it draped down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore ruby red high heels and matching lipstick. "And how do I?"
  • He paused to look at his folks. They listened to his brogo over a checklist of items in the backpack. Fikna wore a new pair of frontier guard boots and forester pants he had bought for the voyage. Rordan had to admit his brolooked good in them now.
  • The night and the repairs wore on. Occasionally from below they heard some thrashing and the sound of something heavy thudding into the wall or barred door of the cargo hold, but mostly it was the noises that came from the living ghouls pressing against the invisible barrier from all sides. The main mast was repaired as best they could slightly past the midpoint of the night, and by the morning the other sails had been fixed as well.
  • Before sinking back into his seat he carefully surveyed the further shore. His gaze was arrested at a point about a mile behind the canoe. There for about a half mile, the shore lay comparatively clear of timber, very likely having been swept by fire at some time in the past. It was not the character of the shore, however, that arrested Walter's attention. His gaze was fixed upon four objects moving swiftly across the open space and headed towards him. It required no great reasoning to tell him that the four figures wore mounted outlaws and that they had sighted the canoe. It was to be a race between ponies and canoe, as to which should reach the forest first.
  • Many of the knights following Amalric were wounded, and some were reeling in their saddles. Many more, having lost their horses, trudged along on foot. Amalric himself no longer wore the air of excitement and triumph Roland had seen this morning, when they had destroyed the Egyptian camp. The silver wolf's head on his helmet was intact, but the nasal bar was dented, and there was dried blood on his upper lip.
  • The day wore on and they saw nothing but the wide-spreading brown veldt, with no sign of the great river, no mountain ridge or other object familiar to Ingleborough during his travels through the country.
  • As the afternoon wore to a closer the half-breed drew nearer. The shadows of the bordering balsams were long on the water when Wentworth first caught sight of the pursuing canoe. His first thought was that Orcutt had arrived at the post and that Downey had taken the trail. He ceased paddling for a moment and his light canoe swung into the trough of the waves and rocked crankily.
  • Down the slope, through the thicket, came a man. She could see his legs only. He wore dust-coloured breeches and tan puttees, like Sticky Smith's and Kid Glenn's, only he wore no big, clanking Mexican spurs.
  • Ehno pulled up the sleeve to his white scrubs he still wore to show the same symbol tattooed on his shoulder. "Were both telling you its not the Nebulous Sun. Its the Halo of the Sun symbolthe Guardians symbol. Those who wear it are protectors of mankind, not the other way around."
  • I was considerably annoyed to learn by this that the revolutionary party had no distinctive uniform. The one worn by the government troops which I had seen at the coast I had thought bad enough, but it was a great disappointment to hear that we had none at all. Ever since I had started from Dobbs Ferry I had been wondering what was the Honduranian uniform. I had promised myself to have my photograph taken in it. I had anticipated the pride I should have in sending the picture back to Beatrice. So I was considerably chagrined, until I decided to invent a uniform of my own, which I would wear whether anyone else wore it or not. This was even better than having to accept one which someone else had selected. As I had thought much on the subject of uniforms, I began at once to design a becoming one.
  • Carol Ferris was sitting in Bill Callahan's office. She was dressed casually in fitted slacks and a blue shirt. The top two buttons were open, and she wore an attractive turquoise necklace. She had big breasts, and she accentuated her assets in a professional way whenever she could. Callahan looked and lingered on Carol's dcolletage for a microsecond, but not long enough for her to catch him doing it.
  • 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.
  • "I guess they do seem fancy considering the embroidery, but that's only the upper parts. Underneath is real leather with strong soles," she explained. "Actually, I only wore these today because I wanted to impress someone I met with earlier, and frankly I expected a carriage ride home that wasn't offered. You would approve of what I normally wear, I think"
  • None of these men wore any arms, except the inevitable knife; their arms were piled against the adjacent booth, bows and quivers, spears, swords, bills and darts, thrown together just as they had cast them aside, and more or less rusty from the dew. Felix thought that had the enemy come suddenly down in force they might have made a clean sweep of the camp, for there were no defences, neither breastwork, nor fosse, nor any set guard. But he forgot that the enemy were quite as ill-organized as the besiegers; probably they were in still greater confusion, for King Isembard was considered one of the greatest military commanders of his age, if not the very greatest.
  • "Nothing," cried Mark angrily; "a scratch," as he pressed his teeth upon his nether lip; and they crossed swords once more, with the wounded lad commencing the attack with as much vigour as before. And now, forgetful of everything but the desire to lay one another hors de combat, they thrust and parried for the next minute, till Ralph uttered a faint cry, as his adversary's sword passed through his doublet, between his right arm and ribs, a sharp pang warning him that the blade had pierced something more than the velvet he wore.
  • "Youre not a doctor, youre a supervillain. I can only think of one villain who wore a stethoscope in the comics. He was lame."
  • How long these conjectures would have lasted it would be hard to say, had not just then the owner of the trap and horse and diminutive groom herself put in an appearance. She came out of the hotel entrance drawing on one tan-colored glove about three times too big for a rather pretty hand. She wore a light-colored driving-coat which reached to her heels, and adorned with mother-of-pearl buttons big enough to be used for saucers. As she passed down the steps he had a good opportunity to take her in, and when she stopped to give the horse a lump of sugar, a still better chance for observation was afforded.
  • Rommus decided to break the silence if this man refused to. "I thought only Mages wore black, but you wear the boots of a soldier."
  • The Major had hired a scout to take them to the ruins early the following morning, Thursday. The scout had told him that civilians were forbidden to go there, but the Major assured him that he would accept responsibility and that there would be no problems. They set out early in the morning. Lady Wyndmere wore her sari as she always did, but wrapped it around her in a tight fashion - the way Bengali village women did when they worked in the field. She also wore tennis shoes. As they started their trek, the talkative scout apologized for charging a premium rate, because ofthe present situation’.
  • Meticulous in personal cleanliness, for example, darby wore only simple clothing and those to the point of shabbiness.
  • Eshe maintained a stately poise and had very short, frizzy black hair. She wore hose under her knee-length skirt and a pair of broken-in, outdoor travel boots.
  • Melisande, now Merrit, and Imelda walked back to their adjoining rooms hand in hand, equals. As they turned into their hallway, they heard young voices and paused. It was Jessa, telling Ev what rumours she had heard about the Queen's funeral, who was there, what changes have come about in the royal and noble families, what they wore.
  • Which pissed off his opponents. Only fifty quads had signed up that morning, but the local Mongolian bases must have found out because a few hundred more joined as the morning wore on.
  • This was one beautiful penguin! She was dressed in matching jogging suit and Nikes, and wore one of those really complicated watches with lap timers and a red 'nuke' button.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • They had tea at a restaurant in Government Place. She wore the black straw hat with cornflowers and wheat woven about the crown.
  • 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.
  • We were all seated round the tea-table, that is to say, my father and mother, my five sisters, and three of my elder brothers, who were at home--two were away--and the same number of young ones, who wore pinafores, and last, but not least, Aunt Deb, who was my mother's aunt, and lived with us to manage everything and keep everybody in order, for this neither my father nor mother were very well able to do; the latter nearly worn out with nursing numerous babies, while my father was constantly engaged in the duties of the parish of Sandgate, of which he was incumbent.
  • 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,
  • "The ornaments round the ankle and upon the instep, make them often appear as if they wore the elegant Eastern sandal. The sides of the legs are sometimes tattooed from the ankle upward, which gives the appearance of wearing pantaloons with ornamental seams. From the lower part of the back, a number of straight, waved, or zigzag lines rise in the direction of the spine, and branch off regularly towards the shoulder. But, of the upper part of the body, the chest is the most tattooed.
  • "I wasn't speaking to you," Devlin said and let the tent flap drop behind him. He had regained his haughty air and poised mien since our last encounter. Instead of the Disciple green blazer and sloppy jeans I was used to seeing him in, he wore a fitted washed-out tunic and russet pants. "I was addressing the one you refuse to follow."
  • The Nightfist appeared, at first, as a shadowy silhouette that became more solid and distinguishable as they approached. It looked dark and oily, and it gave Catrin the shivers. The crew dropped a boarding net that Catrin and the others climbed easily. The rough and mean-looking men on deck were no friendlier than those in the boat. Most wore vicious sneers on their faces. Several of them eyed Catrin in a way that made her very uncomfortable, and she was relieved when a man stepped forward, grunted at them, and motioned for them to follow him. He led them to a room that resembled a cell more than it did a cabin.
  • Yellow Bear Tavaedies and warriors came out to meet the visitors and escort them across the long neck of earth to the hold. They dressed distinctly from Rainbow Labyrinth tribesfolk. The male Tavaedies here wore billowy knee-length elderbark skirts under immense diamond shaped masks that reached below their waists and far above their heads. The outsized 'eyes' and 'lips' of the diamond-head masks were plated in beaten gold. One Tavaedi wore an immense gold Ladder to the Sun disk above his diamond shaped mask. The female Tavaedies wore longer skirts and complicated crowns of golden beads and bangles formed into prongs, loops and horns.
  • Here the scene changed to the country. It was morning in the woods. The trees wore their spring foliage, bright flowers spread their beauty and fragrance around us, and the air was filled with the music of birds. The sweet notes of these songsters were by far the most vivid part of the dream. Now loud, now soft, the unbroken melody absorbed our attention and made it difficult for us to understand how our situation again gradually changed, until the air became piercingly cold, the cruel wind beat upon us furiously, and the violent elements seemed bent upon our destruction.
  • Then it has happened well, for I bring your grace two full belts, one which I wore and the other you carried, and besides, those precious stones which we took from the caps of boyars, and those which your grace took when we seized the treasury of Hovanski.
  • He wore his customary suit and his strong, solid body filled the cut perfectly. His dark hair was swept away from his porcelain face and his eyes glared a ferocious yellow. He was beautiful and terrifying.
  • "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.
  • The elder woman forgot her outraged dignity in the suggestion the girl had given her for an excuse to be rid of her at the first opportunity. She had mentioned a party named Thandar. She had brazenly boasted that this Thandar had killed the beast whose pelt she wore and had given her the thing for a garment. She had admitted that she was to become this person's "mate." Mrs. Smith-Jones shuddered at the primitive word. At this moment Mr. Smith-Jones entered the cabin. He smiled pleasantly at Nadara, and then, seeing in the attitudes of the two women that he had stepped within a theater of war, he looked questioningly at his wife.
  • The difference of character showed itself markedly in the preparations of the two men. Roland had made them joyously, as if for a pleasure trip; Sir John made his gravely, as if for a duel. He loaded his pistols with the utmost care and put them into his belt English fashion. And, instead of a cloak, which might have impeded his movements, he wore a top-coat with a high collar put on over his other coat.
  • Runners were stationed at posts spaced five kos apart along the great road that Akman had built to link Agra to the seaport of Surat. They wore an identifying plume at their head and two bells at their belt, and they gained energy by eating postibangh, a mixture of opium and hemp extract. Akman even conceived of lining the sides of the road with white stones so his Mewras could run in darkest midnight without lanterns. There were now some four thousand runners stationed along Indias five main arteries.
  • Barby pulled off her bathing cap, and Rick saw that she wore the Megabuck unit underneath. He pointed to it. "I tried to call you. Why didn't you answer?"
  • Why didn't the Law give another man the assignment to run us down, he protested. "Someone we could have hated, and who would have hated us! Why did they send Cassidy--the fairest and squarest man that ever wore red? We can't do him a dirty turn--we can't hurt him, Pied-Bot, even at the worst. And if ever he takes us in to Headquarters, and looks at us through the bars, I feel it's going to be like a knife in his heart. But he'll do it, Peter, if he can. It's his job. And he's honest. We've got to say that of Cassidy."
  • Ada Nansen was eager to be assigned a part--the players were chosen on merit--and she aspired modestly to the leading role, mainly because, the girls hinted, the heroine wore a red velvet dress with a train and a string of pearls.
  • The Archmage, on the other hand, wore a plain gray robe. He didn't care about looking rich. He also didn't care about looking respectable. If he did, he would have decided against having his robe adorned with pink butterflies. There was also a small stuffed purple unicorn hanging from the tip of his pointy wizard hat, and multicoloured ribbons were attached to his staff. All of this was looking very, very strange, especially that the Archmage was so old that he made the Marquis look young in comparison. Roseduck had no idea how old the Archmage might be. Some whispered about a century and a half. Whether it was true, nobody really knew. He certainly looked old enough. His hair and beard were snow white and his wrinkles innumerable, yet there were no signs of old age in the way he moved. Most remarkable. Even more remarkable was the fact that nobody ever commented on the peculiarities of his fashion sense. People were too afraid. Nobody really knew what he could do, and nobody wanted to find out.
  • Before the boys could utter another word, Raikes and Bogle rose from the bench, and came across the room. Raikes paused in front of Sparwick, and said something to him. Bogle came on to the bed. His face wore a sneering smile of satisfaction.
  • All was now ready, and Felix was only waiting for the Feast of St. James to pay a last visit to Aurora at Thyma Castle. The morning before the day of the Feast, Felix and Oliver set out together. They had not lived altogether in harmony, but now, at this approaching change, Oliver felt that he must bear Felix company. Oliver rode his beautiful Night, he wore his plumed hat and precious sword, and carried his horseman's lance. Felix rode a smaller horse, useful, but far from handsome. He carried his yew bow and hunting knife.
  • By this time the destroyer was rolling at such an angle that the order was passed for the life-lines. Soon after that a second order was issued that all men on outside duty must don life-belts. Even up on the bridge, with an abundance of hand-holds, Dave and Ensign Andrews wore the belts.
  • The crowd began to press in closer. The men were talking loudly now and congratulating the young engineers, and as for Nipper and his comrades, well, they were pleased, and showed it by the smiles they wore.
  • "I guess! It was teams on both sides of the road all the way down to where you turn, and they had three tables. She wore such a nice dress, too; such a silk it was, with little flowers in."
  • She came back, smiling to him, and resumed her sewing. His eyes wandered from the efficient hands to the bronze slippers and back again, and he swore to himself that there were mighty few stenographers like her in existence. That was because she must have come of pretty good stock, and had a pretty good raising. Nothing else could explain these rooms of hers and the clothes she wore and the way she wore them.
  • The pay wasn't much; only 100 rupees a month and percentage on profits; and the owner was a Parsee. I'd never been low enough down to sign on under a black man before, but I guess I was past being very nice in my tastes just then. The owner was fat and oldish, and wore a thing on his head like a top hat turned upside down, and I will say I did not give him much politeness. But he knew his place; he sahib 'd me quite respectfully; and he said he'd be honoured if I'd take his steamer under my charge. 'She was all he'd got,' he said; 'he loved her like his life, and he'd not trust her to anyone except a. pukka saliib.'
  • At Perrin's head stood a tall man with strong, aquiline features and a long black beard. He wore a rose-colored tunic, and it took Roland a moment to recognize him. When he did, he warned himself to be on his guard. It was Guido Bruchesi, the Templar. At Queen Marguerite's singing contest he had been wearing a white mantle adorned with a red cross.
  • After he left silently, I confronted Madeline with what I feared was a weak smile. She was even more imposing in close quarters than she had seemed at a distance. Almost six feet tall, she wore a gray business suit that accentuated her height. Her medium-length blonde hair looked as if it had been ironed. Her gray eyes matched her suit and were piercing.
  • Walking slowly throughout the city, Steve felt as though he was being paraded by all the curious dwarves as though he was a prized prisoner of war. Many of them, well, the vast majority, Steve corrected, looked as though they had just been working at a forge, which he guessed was probably accurate. Many wore thick, protective aprons which had layers of soot, pieces of chipped stone, and small curls of metal sticking out at various places. Many were still gripping hammers and files in their hands as they stared with unabashed curiosity at the newcomers.
  • Who are you? demanded a figure standing in the bow, and at this distance Lord Hastings could dimly make out that the man wore a British uniform.
  • The Mothers used to set their hair with those giant rollers and tie a scarf around it and ran errands. They looked cool. When they removed their rollers, their gleaming hair tumbled across their shoulders. They slipped on one of those floor-length dresses moms in the 70s wore and kohled their eyes. By the time they opened the door to our returning dads' with a martini in hand, they looked like they stepped out of a Halston ad.
  • Hobson was right. The man before him was a Frenchman, or at least a descendant of the French Canadians, perhaps an agent of the American Company come to act as a spy on the settlers in the fort. The other four Canadians wore a costume resembling that of their leader, but of coarser materials.
  • Alexander Hawke was a tall boy of tall heightat the age of seventeen he stood at six-foot-one. He had dark brown eyes and black hair that he wore short and spiked in the front. His black, skinny jeans were torn at the knee, and beneath his grey hoodie he wore a solid black V-neck that allowed his silver chain to be visible. Half of a cigarette that he had found earlier hung from his mouth as he reached into his pocket to find his lighter.
  • We then went home and i got ready, i wore a pink silk blouse and a pink and black skirt.
  • He wore leather breeches and a loose-fitting cotton tunic with the symbol of a yellow hand clutching a black ladder. She recognized him. She had not met him very many times, but that symbol had always struck her as wrong. It was not for humans to control the Ladder.
  • It almost seemed anticlimactic. He had been searching so hard, only to find that I had been with him all along. I hadI had a twin. I had a brother! And with that the shock wore off and the excitement took over.
  • Then they spilled out into the yard like a throng of fair-goers. She noticed they were all dressed in their Sunday best; the men in smart doublets, breeches and loose linen shirts, with ribbons at their knees and wrists, short or long cloaks, the new short cloak favored by the younger gentlemen, beaver hats with plumes of feathers on their heads and rapiers at their sides and pistols tucked into their belts or muskets in their hands. The majority of them wore pointed, well-trimmed beards and mustaches and all the men had shoulder-length hair either left loose with a single curled or waved tress of hair longer than the rest, or tied back with a colorful ribbon. Jewelry was also worn by many of the men especially earrings and signet rings.
  • A lean old gentleman, almost at the same time, stuck his head out of the window. An invalid he seemed, for although the day was hot he wore a black muffler which came up to his ears and nose, quite covering the lower part of his face, an arrangement which he disturbed by pulling it down for a moment, and poured forth a torrent of French thanks, as he uncovered his black wig, and gesticulated with grateful animation.
  • 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.
  • When he opened them, his gaze was captured by a very intent look from a man opposite. Glossy black hair was fashionably pulled back from a long, sharp face. Over his beautifully cut brocade tunic he wore a white and blue cloak, draped with artful carelessness over his forearm. He stood beside a solemn girl of perhaps twenty whom Cassius immediately identified as the new empress. She nodded to Cassius without smiling, and he nodded back. He returned his attention to her neighbour, who quirked a wry smile which didnt reach his eyes. Valentin. Cassius broke out into a grin, which was quickly stifled. Valentin inclined his head and widened his eyes for a moment as if to say, Yes, you see me.
  • Blessington still wore the iron mask on her face. It was lucky for her that Archie did not know how puzzled she was as to the correct answer.
  • They had come too far however, to back off now and they were young; caution born of brief experience had already given over to curiosity. They walked up to the entrance. One of the bouncers poked a drunk teenager in the chest and told him to fuck off. The teenager wore colours. The other bouncer waved John and Scott through. Inside, Scott walked past the tables to the bar and in the deepest voice he could muster ordered two whiskey sodas. John took a stool beside him, gaped at the prices which were half again as much as they should have been, and surveyed the surroundings. It made him feel uneasy.
  • Glenys sat with eyes closed on a broken piece of boulder beside the lake with her back to him. She wore only a long white and sea blue scarf around her waist, and a gray-white feather in her hair. Her scarf and hair blew in the wind while the sun shone golden orange on her skin.
  • T'other was a ragged, unkempt creature, with nothing very pleasant in his face. The Spaniard was wrapped in a serape; he had bushy white whiskers; long white hair flowed from under his sombrero, and he wore green goggles. When they came in, "t'other" was talking in a low voice; they sat down on the ground, facing the door, with their backs to the wall, and the speaker continued his remarks. His manner became less guarded and his words more distinct as he proceeded:
  • 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.
  • A goblin in studded leather armor leaned on his spear and stared out from the edge of the camp. This would be the easy part. All Joff had to do was sneak up on the guard and slit his throat. Then he could get into the camp without a fuss and start murdering everything that wore green face paint. Joff took a gentle step, and then another, and a twig snapped under his foot.
  • Twenty minutes wore wearily away. Falling ever more densely, the snow drew an impenetrable wan curtain between Amber and the world of life and light and warmth; while with each discordant blast the strength of the gale seemed to wax, its high hysteric clamour at times drowning even the incessant deep bellow of the ocean surf.
  • A new figure pushed into the circle. He wore the white surcoat and red cross of a Templar over his mail. With a leap of his heart, Roland recognized Guido Bruchesi.
  • She wore only a thin sleeveless nightdress, and felt naked before his unswerving gaze.
  • The captain did not speak, nor relax the watchfulness kept up, but as the day wore on various little things were done to increase the strength of the place, and one of these was to saw off a portion of a spiked harrow which Sam German had made, and force this up into the chimney some six feet above the fire, and secure it there with big nails driven between the stones of the chimney, thus guarding against danger in that direction.
  • He rose and, stepping here and there, examined the new-fallen dust. Then he put his hand into a pouch he wore and produced from it a dried human finger, whereof the nail was so pink that I think it must have been coloured--a sight at which the circle shuddered.
  • In general appearance I was now absolutely like a black, and wore only an apron of emu skin as a protection against the scrub I encountered when on the walk-about. In the ordinary way I never had any marks upon me with the exception of these scratches. Of course, on festive occasions, I was gaily painted and decorated, and no doubt I would have been initiated into manhood, and borne the tribal and other marks, were it not for the fact that I was a man when I came among the blacks.
  • They passed through numerous towns and villages, the people belonging to a tribe of Shooa Arabs. The women were really beautiful. They wore their hair in a form which at a distance might be mistaken for a helmet, a large braid at the crown having some resemblance to a crest.
  • But the night passed without any alarm. As the morning wore away the scheduled washing appeared on the line. Farnum crept down to the valley lip and trained his glasses on the ranch house. Occasionally he could discern somebody moving about, though there were not enough signs of activity to show the presence of many people. All day the wash hung drying on the line. Dusk came, the blankets still signaling that all was well.
  • Charles McKiernan was a well-known lumber merchant of San Jose, Cal. To old timers he was "Mountain Charlie," having spent most of his life in the Santa Cruz mountains, where he owned timber land and saw mills. McKiernan's face was strangely disfigured. His left eye was missing and his forehead was so badly scarred that he wore his hair in a bang falling to his eyebrows to conceal the marks. From his own lips I heard the story of those scars.
  • As the day wore on, and before a light breeze the ships were wafted towards the blue cloud, it was proved beyond a doubt to be land, for some palm trees and tall pines became distinguishable, and above all other sounds came, faint but distinct, the heavy, regular boom of surf.
  • Sian watched the centaur women, admiring their costumes. They wore tunic style tops that wrapped around their torsos and had long skirts that hung over their forefeet. Around each of their hooves were beautiful bracelets. Some wide and thick like an Egyptian inspired cuff, and others, thin delicate chains. They were very fond of gold. Their tails were braided and had a variety of pretty things woven into them.
  • The drama the players had begun in the center of the green was one Id seen before, depicting the life of St. David, the patron Saint of Wales. As he was conceived through the rape of a nun, and the players embellished his life with rather dramatic exorcisms of various exotic creatures, it was definitely rated R and I pulled Anna away before she could see more than a minute of it. She was only three, but the masks they wore were scary even for me.
  • He was, indeed, more hurt than pleased with the favour that had been shown him; it seemed to him (though really prompted by the kindest feeling) like a bone cast at a dog. He desired to be so regarded that no special mark of favour should be needed. It simply increased his discontent. The evening wore on, the supper began; how weary it seemed to him, that long and jovial supper, with the ale that ran in a continual stream, the wine that ceaselessly circled round, the jokes, and bustle, and laughter, the welcome to guests arriving; the cards, and chess, and games that succeeded it, the drinking, and drinking, and drinking, till the ladies again left; then drinking yet more freely.
  • Aiden walked forward and stood in front of the desk, making sure his boots made enough noise on the wooden floor to attract her attention. She had a swarthy skin and large, brown eyes, and wore a guards uniform.
  • Annie turned towards Tressa and smiled. "Itll be hot today. Well need this for later." She clamped on the lid and set the jar back into her bag, finishing her plum as the child finished her roll. Annie looked around and noticed a man sitting in the rear of the car. He wore interesting clothes, namely long pants that had straps that pulled up over his shoulders. His hair was red and his skin, freckled. Beside him sat several youngsters, all with red hair and overalls. Even the little girls wore pants.
  • Another level of protection was knocked down, and Carla came out of the gates like a bucking bronco in a rodeo. She took out both Sharon and Belinda on her way to mauling an unsuspecting Emily, who was starting to get bored in fighting her and wasnt paying close attention to her movements. It was five against four until Thad and Gary wore Andrew down and forced him into changing into a hawk, which Gary consumed as a hippo. Five against three.
  • "Get busy gathering brush and we'll keep our backs to this rock, so twill be warm enough come night." They had no tents, and merely the blankets Ralff's mule wore to keep the boxes from chafing its back. For food they'd stuffed their shirts with dried loper, and stolen a few near-empty sacks of rice or barley. For water they carried only their personal bottles, not necessarily full. All in all it seemed one of the worst-equipped expeditions ever formedtypical, perhaps, of the thoughtless ways of criminal life, ever focused on today, with slight planning for tomorrow.
  • I took my turn at the little window, which was not wide enough to let the muzzle of my pistol through, or I would have fired upon them. They each wore a pair of pistols, big, black, long-barrelled weapons. Thirkle's were quite plain, for he swung them from a belt over his white jacket, as I could see when he approached the openings at each end of the bridge where the ladder-heads ended.
  • The fisherman climbed over the debris and peered in, and what he saw brought a grunt from him. Within the ruined dome, surrounded by stone dust and bits of broken masonry, lay a man on a golden block. He was clad in a sort of skirt and a shagreen girdle. His black hair, which fell in a square mane to his massive shoulders, was confined about his temples by a narrow gold band. On his bare, muscular breast lay a curious dagger with a jeweled pommel, a shagreen-bound hilt, and a broad, crescent blade. It was much like the knife the fisherman wore at his hip, but it lacked the serrated edge and was made with infinitely greater skill.
  • The man next to Nat looked different from the others. His hair was light brown, and he was slight of build. His nose hooked oddly, as if it had been broken more than once. He wore no jewelry, had no tattoos, and his age was difficult to gauge, but Catrin guessed he was in his middle years. Had she been asked, she would have thought him to be a farmer or fishermen, but certainly not a pirate.
  • He sat dejectedly on a chair in the kitchen and stared at the opposite wall. The dish towels hanging from the rack were filthy. He must wash them - soon. Why was he thinking of washing towels? Why had Liz put her dress on that rack, with the dirty towels - her print dress with ruffles at the collar? She rarely wore that dress, but that was no reason to -
  • "Two men, one monkey," says Sabonis. "One man wore shoes. Had to be Delgado. A Collector came after and tracked over the other tracks. The poor fools I left to watch itboth Collected. Signs of a scuffle. Carcasses slashed open and left on the beach."
  • "You wore gloves after you found the bodies, right? What's the problem? It isn't like you killed anyone, you just looted and destroyed evidence so the murderers can never be caught. Plus creating CO2 without a permit or paying the tax, and cremated without a license to cremate in California."
  • He wore a frock coat all buttoned up before, each button constricting his fat, with a bulge between. His trousers were made from a blanket once white, with a wide black band around the calf of each leg, and he wore fine doeskin moccasins, richly embroidered with silk.
  • Ignacio took the hint and stepped down towards Holder. The rider hesitated a moment but the man realized that if he remained stationary his intentions would be obvious. Nudging his horse to a trot, he rode past the wagon. He wore ordinary clothes and Holder only got a brief glimpse of his face. A moment later, the rider spurred his horse and hurried eastward.
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