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  • Richard distinguished Lord Andrew Belmanoir, one of a group of bucks gathered about the newest beauty, Miss Gunning, who, with her sister Elizabeth, had taken fashionable London by storm. Andrew wore a mask, but he was quite unmistakable by his length of limb and carelessly rakish appearance.
  • Courtiers in bright silks and satins were seated along the sides of the room at trestle tables covered with white linen cloths. The women wore headbands of silver and gold threads over their translucent couvre-chefs, the men yellow or violet caps adorned with long feathers. Behind the seated gentlefolk, people of lesser degree in brightly colored smocks and frocks stood crowded along the walls.
  • She dreamt that her mom died and she was forced to roll her up in a carpet and stack her with all the other mothers who had died. Thankfully he was done by then and only his signature reflected her mother's feet, still wearing the pink shoes she wore around the house, sticking out of the roll of carpet. Some people will mistake if for a happy face.
  • But, General, said the captain, "I have told you that they wore civilian attire simply to get through our lines. I can vouch for the fact that they are not spies."
  • Involuntarily, her head jerked up and she found herself staring at him. Quickly she lowered her eyes and forced her face to relax. But he had seen, and when she looked at him again, he wore that triumphant grin.
  • His arm always felt great. It was his damn eyes that were failing him. The chemicals the army used on them during his missions in Belgium and France were finally catching up with him. They allowed him to see in pitch black as if it were high noon and that was certainly the kind of ability to have when your job was spotting vampires on nightly prowls, but now it seemed his vision was fading and he suffered from booming headaches unless he wore his shades. For the first time in his life, Mink Cosgrove felt his age - and it scared him.
  • David stands up and brushes dirt from his baggy work trousers. Theyre the same ones he wore at the brickworks. ‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Lets go and see if the elves have loaded all the wheat for us during the night.’
  • Druro had stood up, too, and faced her with the first bolt she flung. They were quite alone, for the trilling notes of a two-step had swiftly emptied the veranda. He still wore a smile on his lips, but its singularly heart-warming quality had gone from it. His red-brown face had grown a shade less red-brown, and his grey, whimsical, good-natured eyes looked suddenly hard as rock. He addressed her as if she were someone he had never met before.
  • He spotted short people with lemon-yellow skin going about errands. They were dressed in a variety of green and gray pants and boots. Each of them wore an overtunic, mantle, and conical hat?all of brown felt. Hed only seen such fashions in observatory displays.
  • As she spun into the light, she whirled a fast pirouette that sent her long braided pigtailso long the end was attached to her waistwhistling in an arc behind her. Her flowered silk tunic flew outward from her spinning body, revealing all of her tight-fitting white trousers. She wore a crown of jewels, straight pendant earrings of emerald, and an inch- long string of diamonds dangled from the center of her nose.
  • Lena had quickly made her way of the car and had opened the trunk and lifted out the camera, which she put onto her shoulder. Larry wore his customary scowl as Lena shot him exiting the car.
  • Malachi turned and smiled significantly at Oliver a smile he knew. It was the smile which the old man's face always wore whenever some tortuous lie of the darky's own concoction had helped his young master out of one of his scrapes.
  • Brother Vaughn looked nothing like himself when they returned. He was dressed in leathers with picks and hammers dangling from his belt. He wore a sturdy leather cap and gloves, and he slung a pack over his shoulder as they entered. Two more packs, near to overflowing, sat in a corner. Catrin and Benjin needed no prompting, and they shouldered the packs. Catrin stood with her staff in hand, trying to be confident, but her knees shook. This was perhaps the most dangerous parting yet.
  • A woman stood before her, visible now in the pale light that gleamed from her skin. She wore a white dress, flowing in folds down to the floor. Painfully white. Long black hair hung down close to the face, framing the thin cheekbones and empty eyes.
  • On deck there was little work for us to do. Little could be done, for, as the day wore on to a stormy setting, wind and sea increased, forcing even the hardy boatmen to cast off and run to a sheltered creek at St. Mawes.
  • It isnt clear how Slaine wore the recording device. In another case, the informant hid it as part of a baseball cap, according to a person closely involved in the case.
  • Later they talked it over again, when they had dried and resumed the clothes they wore about the camp, and Eleanor Mercer, her enthusiasm warming her cheeks, told them something they had not heard even a hint of as yet.
  • She had never seen the great enemy. She barely saw him now. He was alone and moved sometimes from one end of the balcony to the other. He wore a crown. But as she wondered if he, too, was looking at her, she felt her spine suddenly turn to ice; and shuddered. There were some in the Coven, she remembered, who thought the King was a witch himself, though that particular theory was never spoken aloudonly whispered in corridors between friends. He was no ordinary human, that was certain. But even the humans acknowledged that. They did it with a god cult. The Coven was more truthful and taught that it simply did not know; but it always asserted his humanity. The King may have been over a thousand years old where the Grand Matron herself was less than seven-hundred, but that, by itself, did not make the King superhuman. He was a mana long-living man; a long-living and dangerous enemy.
  • The others marched with military precision behind the wagon. Randy bore his gun on his shoulder, and Ned and Clay carried paddles. All three wore knickerbockers and Norfolk jackets, and their faces were protected from the sun by canvas helmets with large visors.
  • As he spoke, he rapidly hauled up the lanthorn, forming the line into rings, untying the end from the ring, and, after giving it a twist, thrusting it back into his pocket, while he undid the strap he wore about his waist, thrust an end through the lanthorn-ring, and buckled it on once more.
  • Both coaches were waved over to home plate by the head umpire, Gus Sawchenko. He stood there with the other three men that made up the field officials. Carnival Baseball umpires wore black blazers, gray slacks, a black ascot and large stovepipe hats. Players and fans assigned them the nickname "pallers" because they looked so much like pallbearers from a lost era.
  • Cal picked up his head and noticed a tall, lean young man walk in. Daniel was every bit the teenager, wearing a t-shirt, long basketball shorts, Nike flip-flops, and fitted royal blue Chicago Cubs hat that he wore backwards. Cal had two quick flashbacksone of him as an 18 year old, and another of Daniel as a little boy.
  • "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."
  • She laughed then, and said something to him in Welsh which he didnt understand but which sounded so beautiful in his ears that he wished she would go on talking forever. She seemed to know what he was thinking because she continued to speak in a low, conversational voice while taking the empty cup from him and refilling it. He studied her more closely. She was real enough. She wore a crimson surcoat with detail work of gold thread about the neckline. Her shining dark hair was braided and half-covered by a linen wimple. But it was her eyes that his kept returning to; he could not look away.
  • My men were beginning to paddle a little better, and we were travelling at a considerable speed with the current. We had glorious weather, and although the heat was great our travelling was perfectly delightful. In the daytime we were not worried much by insects. The canoe now and then stuck fast in shallow places or upon rocks, but we all jumped gaily into the water and pushed her along until she floated again. Those baths in the deliciously clear water were quite refreshing. We generally jumped in clothes and all, and left it to the sun to dry the garments upon our backs and legs. I usually wore pyjamas while travelling in the canoe, as they were more comfortable than other clothes and dried quicker when we came out of the water again.
  • Well, sir, that question's a puzzler. You see, fathers is fathers, and, as far as ever I've been able to find out, they don't like their boys to fight. Why, my father was always giving me and Nat the strap for fighting, because we was always at it--strap as he wore round his waist, when he wasn't banging our heads together. You see, Nat was always at me, and knocking me about. We never did agree; but our old man wouldn't let us fight, and I don't believe your father would have liked to see you trying to cut people's heads off with that sword of yours.
  • She was sitting in a sort of improvised chair between two dwarfed tree-trunks, and if ever I saw a proud young woman that was she. She wore the bloody bandage like a prize diploma.
  • That it would be many days ere Pundita wore the crown--trust the priests to spread the meshes of red tape!--Kathlyn was reasonably certain.
  • 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.
  • "The cross which was around your neck, she wore it for many years before bestowing it upon you, one of no faith. During those years, it became very powerful, nourished by her love, her faith and purity. She was a righteous woman, a true servant of god. When she gave you her cross, there was a brief moment when there was a small breach in her amor of faith. It resealed itself almost instantly with the power of her faith, but not before the evil one could sneak in and plant two fiendish seeds within her."
  • 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.
  • The work of tearing down the motor began at once. Gregory wore the skin from his knuckles in loosening the stud bolts while Howard instructed him from the doorway how to take off the carburetor and rip up the feed line. As they worked the girl made a rapid survey of the parts she desired to salvage.
  • Amaranthe stepped inside. The magnificent, floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Maze was not quite enough to distract her from the old clutter, new clutter, and nascent clutter swamping the office. At first, the mess overshadowed the woman lounging behind a desk overflowing with boxes, ledger books, and discarded men's clothing. She wore tight-fitting leather that emphasized lush curves. Maybe Hollowcrest should have hired her to seduce Sicarius.
  • As he turned around he stopped an instant, his attention attracted by a sound which seemed to come from beyond the bulkhead back of him. It sounded almost like the hiss of escaping steam. The lad knew that it must be a strong vibration which could thus make itself felt at that distance below the surface and through the heavy helmet he wore.
  • How long she slept she could not by any means know, but certainly the sun had sailed around to the window, that wore no curtain, and through which the glint of a fading day cut in like a faithful friend to poor Dorothy Dale.
  • She undressed, getting into a pair of Dans sweats, taking off the Giants jersey. She left the black turtleneck, but put a long-sleeved buttoned shirt over it, clothes she wore now and before, only to be comfortable. She thought the baby was a boy, recalling how different her pregnancy with Nat had been from the girls. Dan wasnt getting much from her, Summers libido hardly registering. She had told him why and he had laughed, seemed pleased the baby might be a son. Still, it could be a girl, who knew? They would learn in late January, when Summer would be nearly forty-one.
  • However, there has been some controversy over whether the jewel currently known as La Peregrina was the pearl Mary I wore in almost all of her portraits. Elizabeth Taylor owns it now, a gift from Richard Burton, and part of the exorbitant price he paid was due to its supposed pedigree. But some Spanish records state that the gem was not found until after Mary's death, and the paintings of her wearing it do show it to be somewhat different in shape than the pearl owned by Ms. Taylor. That has led some to believe that there were actually two great pearls, which for some reason were given the same name. This is my answer as to why.
  • In several booths were orangeade, lemonade, and other soft drinks. The fancy costumes and the funny masks the girls and boys wore certainly were "fetching." That the masks were the result of a joke on Chip Truro's part made them none the less effective.
  • "He was a very shy man, Mr. Holmes. He would rather walk with me in the evening than in the daylight, for he said that he hated to be conspicuous. Very retiring and gentlemanly he was. Even his voice was gentle. He'd had the quinsy and swollen glands when he was young, he told me, and it had left him with a weak throat, and a hesitating, whispering fashion of speech. He was always well dressed, very neat and plain, but his eyes were weak, just as mine are, and he wore tinted glasses against the glare."
  • He wore his clothes like a bengali, but on his head was a white turban tied after the fashion of the sikhs.
  • While thus engaged, we found an old trapper also making purchases at the stores. He was tall and gaunt, his countenance weather beaten and sunburnt, of a ruddy brown hue, his hair--which hung over his shoulders--being only slightly grizzled, while his chin and face were smooth shaved. He was dressed in a hunting-frock of buckskin, and pantaloons of the same material ornamented down the seams with long fringes. On his feet he wore mocassins of Indian make; his head was covered by a neatly-made cap of beaver; an unusually large powder-horn was slung over his shoulders, together with a rifle, carefully covered up; while in his belt, in addition to a knife and tomahawk, he carried a brace of pistols with long barrels, showing that he was accustomed to travel amongst enemies, and was prepared to make a stout fight if he was attacked. On seeing us, he enquired who we were, where we had come from, and in what direction we were going.
  • Hawksworth looked up to see yet another man being led into the plaza. The cheers of the crowd died abruptly. He wore only a loincloth, which was pure white, and his hands were bound not behind him but in front, secured through a large wooden clamp that had been locked together like European stocks. Hawksworth took one look and felt his own groin tighten.
  • The girl wore a huge white sailor hat, covered with a profusion of red poppies, and her whole time seemed to be occupied in holding it on her head with both hands to prevent its blowing away. But it would rain, and the red from the poppies silently trickled all over the hat, and gradually formed rivulets on her face.
  • Silently, and with a look of bitter determination on his face, Jack lifted one of the light boat-oars that we had brought with us, and, resting it on his shoulder, stood up in an attitude of bold defiance. Peterkin took the other oar and also stood up, but there was no anger visible on his countenance. When not sparkling with fun, it usually wore a mild, sad expression, which was deepened on the present occasion, as he glanced at Avatea, who sat with her face resting in her hands upon her knees. Without knowing very well what I intended to do, I also arose and grasped my paddle with both hands.
  • "Do you remember when I was sent to Egypt for a month? Part of my college experience, part of growing up, my parents called it. While I was there, I was strolling around one day, feeling very alone and found this." I handed him the pendent. "I instantly bought it and a silver chain to wear it upon. The entire time I was there, I wore it and I felt less alone. I felt safe."
  • I have to give Gordon a lot of credithe was quite diplomatic about meeting the daughter and the ex-husband before even going out on a first date with Nina. It appeared that once he met Nina, there was nothing that could keep him away from her. That kind of blind devotion was so admirable for any person, let alone one who wore a Mr. Rogers-type sweater and used "Giminy Cricket!" as swear words when he was upset.
  • We wore hand-me-down togs, the eldest were first if you were the youngest you came off the worst.
  • A tribe of those Indians was to be found near there--very handsome people, the men solidly built and muscular, with intelligent but brutal faces, with the yellowish-brown skin and slanting eyes of the Malay races. The eyes showed a great discoloration in the upper part of the iris. They possessed straight hair, slightly inclined to curl at the end. The nose was flattened at the root. They wore a few ornaments of feathers on the head. Their clothing consisted of a loose gown not unlike a Roman toga. The women were good-looking when very young.
  • This king was fifty years old, but he looked eighty. Imagine a frightful monkey who had reached extreme old age; on his head a sort of crown, ornamented with leopard's claws, dyed red, and enlarged by tufts of whitish hair; this was the crown of the sovereigns of Kazounde. From his waist hung two petticoats made of leather, embroidered with pearls, and harder than a blacksmith's apron. He had on his breast a quantity of tattooing which bore witness to the ancient nobility of the king; and, to believe him, the genealogy of Moini Loungga was lost in the night of time. On the ankles, wrists and arms of his majesty, bracelets of leather were rolled, and he wore a pair of domestic shoes with yellow tops, which Alvez had presented him with about twenty years before.
  • She was certain--quite certain--that had he been there with her, no fear would have reached her. He wore the armour of a strong man, and by it he would have shielded her also.
  • Pete wore his best, and only, suit for the big occasion. He and his parents walked up to the reception table at the Nardi's catering hall in Pikesville, and were on line to check in. Pete was ready to say his name when two girls at the table said,"Pete Berman! Yeah, we've seen enough of you!" One girl the said,"We're from Fellingwood." The other added,"Don't take it personally." She then handed Pete and his parents their table assignments and they all had a good laugh.
  • Dexter sighed, wondering what he was getting himself into this time. He turned and saw a beautiful red headed woman standing near him, a perfect smile upon her face. Somehow he managed to also note that she wore a green dress that had a low cut bodice, threatening to spill her breasts from it with a heavy breath. The skirt of her dress had cuts in the sides that allowed her long legs to slip through it with each stride, offering ethereal promises of the pleasures they could deliver.
  • Donald sympathised with his friend on this point, and assured him that he would have divided his cap with him, as Junkie had divided his lunch, but for the fact that he never wore a cap at all, and the ragged hair would neither divide nor come off. After this they resumed their work of dogging the fisher's steps.
  • If his wife had looked at him with glances of cold disdain before, her eyes now wore an expression of anger and contempt, such as no words can express. She did not even deign to answer him, but took the cat to her bosom and fondled it passionately: her whole heart seemed to be in the cat, and cold was the shoulder that she turned to her husband.
  • In addition to the red sash he now wore three belts, the first full of cartridges, the second supporting an old cavalry saber, the third carrying two gigantic .45 Colts in holsters.
  • It was about the middle of the next afternoon when Ida Stirling, walking slowly along the river bank, came upon Weston sitting with his back to a tree. He wore no boot on one foot which was wrapped in bandages, and when he would have risen Ida checked him with a sign, and sat down not far away.
  • There is a marble monument in the pretty church of Golden Friars. It stands at the left side of what antiquarians call "the high altar." Two pillars at each end support an arch with several armorial bearings on as many shields sculptured above. Beneath, on a marble flooring raised some four feet, with a cornice round, lies Sir Bale Mardykes, of Mardykes Hall, ninth Baronet of that ancient family, chiseled in marble with knee-breeches and buckled-shoes, and ailes de pigeon, and single-breasted coat and long waist-coat, ruffles and sword, such as gentlemen wore about the year 1770, and bearing a strong resemblance to the features of the second Charles. On the broad marble which forms the background is inscribed an epitaph, which has perpetuated to our times the estimate formed by his "inconsolable widow," the Dowager Lady Mardykes, of the virtues and accomplishments of her deceased lord.
  • The night wore on. One by one the soldiers stretched themselves to sleep, and all was still. As the hours rolled by a drowsy feeling crept gradually over me. I placed my pistols by my side, and having replenished the fire by some fresh logs, disposed myself comfortably before it.
  • The husky mengan wore a wolf mask of yellow and brown colors. Droplets of crusted blood stained the fur in places. The rims of the eye sockets glowed orange.
  • She had many. Pulling into the parking lot, she wrapped a scarf around her neck, black and orange, the shades of Halloween, which the children seemed to have set aside with the more pressing idea of sport that night. Black and orange were the Giantscolors, seemed festive this time of year. That day she wore a baseball jersey, her manager Casey Miller a huge Giants fan. Baseball-related apparel had been allowed on game days, but if Summer could put this particular shirt away after that night, she would be pleased.
  • But Richard was no longer listening. He wished to believe the whole fantastic story an invention of the keen-eyed old madame herself. Yet something within him confessed to its truth. A tumultuous storm of baffled desire, of impotent anger, swept over him. The ring he wore burned into his flesh. But he had no thought of removing it--the ring which had once belonged to the beautiful golden-haired woman who had come back from the grave to woo him to her!
  • The ship was pulling into her mooring as they rode up. The guards arrayed themselves on the pier, looking decorative in their blue tunics and polished breastplates. Cassiushorse was restive; she didnt like the proximity of the water. He was absorbed with calming her when the gangplank was lowered and the Toqueian delegation began to disembark. The harbourmaster went forward to speak to the mate about paperwork, while Valentin dismounted and went to meet the group of nobles making their way off the ship. Cassius gestured forward the servant who was holding a string of horses, then he too dismounted, waiting by them for the group to approach. There were five men and a woman in the party. Three of the men were middle-aged; clearly Prince Caspars advisers. The woman was more like a girl; she wore a gold circlet wound in her blond hair.
  • She crouched down, hands folded around her knees, eyes intent on him. Just out of reach. Not that he was in any shape to try anything. The rain had plastered her brown hair against her head. She wore a shapeless brown dress several sizes too large for her, and the sleeves were bunched up in rolls around her arms. A scar lay like a hand slap across the side of her face.
  • He was a person of medium size, with a heavy mustache, and a face darkened by a beard of several days' growth. He was rather roughly dressed, and wore a soft felt hat. He was a Rackbird.
  • Ben couldnt take his eyes of Brenda. She was even more beautiful in real life. She was totally at ease with the shouting crowd and smiled warmly at everyone. She wore a brilliantly coloured red T shirt with a Koala bear embroidered on the front and tight blue jeans. High heeled shoes added to her already impressive stature. Her long blond hair flew about in the wind and wisped around her face.
  • His blanket being thrown aside, he was naked, with the exception of a breech-cloth. His feet were of large size, encased in shabby moccasins, while frowsy leggins dangled between the knee and ankle. His body, from the breech-cloth to the shoulders, was splashed and daubed with a half dozen kinds of paint, while his black, thin hair straggled about his shoulders and was smeared in the same fashion. Like most of the Indians of the Southwest, he wore no scalp-lock, but allowed his hair to hang like a woman's, not even permitting it to be gathered with a band, nor ornamenting it with the customary stained eagle-feathers. His arms were also bare, with the exception of the wrists, around which were tied bracelets, which, no doubt, he considered very attractive. The boy could fancy what a repulsive face he possessed.
  • Betty laughed a little as she scrambled into her saddle. Bob, mounting his own horse, wore no hat, but it was a pet grievance of his that Betty persistently scorned headgear whether riding or walking.
  • The train had yet to blow its whistle, so Annie ventured over to the group. The men wore brown leather pants, with tassels running down the outside of their leggings. Only one had any type of clothing on topan old man with some type of bones or sticks sewn together in a washboard fashion, running down the length of his chest. They all wore feathers in their long black hair, which had either been braided, tied back or wrapped in animal skins.
  • In the darkness of that long night's work no man knew his neighbor. Men from the river, men from the mill, men from the yard all worked side by side. Thus no one noticed especially a tall, slender, but well-knit individual dressed in a faded mackinaw and a limp slouch hat which he wore pulled over his eyes. This young fellow occupied himself with the chains. Against the racing current the crew held the ends of the heavy booms, while he fastened them together. He worked well, but seemed slow. Three times Shearer hustled him on after the others had finished, examining closely the work that had been done. On the third occasion he shrugged his shoulder somewhat impatiently.
  • Piling behind each other near the door, more guests entered the cave-shaped restaurant, waited to be seated. In this, the front room, the walls were narrow and the low ceiling tilted with curves. Georgian folk art or sections of traditional dress hung along the walls. Sharp-nosed like Gypsies I'd seen, but taller, with prouder posture, the two waitresses were thin, ruddy-skinned women with long hair pulled back away from their faces. Although they wore long skirts with aprons, they moved on light, fast feet between the kitchen in the back and this antechamber.
  • The men also wore amazing turbans, nothing like the sikh turbans we see in the west.
  • The night wore on, and Stark lay drowsing. Thanis had opened the curtains. Wind and moonlight swept together into the room, and she stood leaning upon the sill, above the slumbering city. The smile that lingered in the corners of her mouth was sad and far-away, and very tender.
  • "To make them stronger in your service, Master. Then your construction-masters could drive them harder on the building project." Like the man in gray, the construction-masters had the pale skin of the Zafiri, but they wore no beards and their gray clothes were of a lighter shade. Cenaltan disliked being around them but he felt no abject fear in their presenceunlike now.
  • Cheditafa had gone. The moment of Mok's appearance, he had risen and fled. There were now people in the street. Some had come out of their houses, hearing the noise of the struggle, for Banker wore heavy shoes. There were also one or two pedestrians who had stopped, unwilling to pass men who were engaged in such a desperate conflict.
  • The assessment officer was a tall forbidding male figure that also wore black, a black suit with black beard to match, and he frowned briefly when he first looked over the youth in the very damp and very stained kilt who waited with the aestri. Then he tried a more neutral expression and directed them into his office.
  • He was a tall, muscular Kafir, as straight as a dart, and carried his head with an air of command which, with the marked deference shown him, bespoke him a man of considerable rank. His bronzed and sinewy proportions were plentifully adorned with fantastic ornaments of beadwork and cow-tails, and he wore a headpiece of monkey skin surmounted by the long waving plumes of the blue crane.
  • But fortune was in favour of Piroo for a time, and the big cummerbund he wore had got loose with dancing, so it came undone, and Piroo slipped down its length to the ground, while Maharaj was left holding the loose cloth in his trunk.
  • Wilson Brothershad four clowns in all and in their well practiced routine they each wore garish satin costumes of bold design. Harolds was bright green with big blue buttons. He was meticulous in the way he cared for it. Nothing else he wore came close to how it felt on his skin. The material became a part of him, seeping into his flesh like the make-up disguising his face. That was until the night he dreamed of wearing a different costume.There was so much red. It felt different on him, strange and unfamiliaryet so vivid. Some dreams were hard to recall, blurred like clouded reflections. But not this one. Harold remembered it like gospel. In this dream he was someone else, some other clown. The features were clear to him even down to the smallest detail, like the mole above his lip, or the black tear drop at the corner of his left eye.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • "The wizard, named Garrolf the Gilded, wore robes of gold and silver thread. He carried a golden staff, atop which rested the Eye of Woe. Its golden lid was shut unless danger was near, and those who knew of its power prayed that it remained so in their presence. The Eyes gaze brought woe indeed: destruction, pain and death. It was a powerful weapon against the enemies of Gothrun, and only Garrolf could command it.
  • The next day found them stiff and sore, but this feeling wore off as the day progressed, and when night came they forgot everything in their eagerness to be on the march to hunt for their missing comrade, who had hardly for a moment been out of their thoughts.
  • "Good night." As Ignacio entered their tent, Holder picked up some sticks of wood and stacked them so he could rekindle the camp fire. Sybille would not appreciate the early morning chill. As the wood started burning, Sybille emerged from the tent. She wore a different dress than before, one that was clean and not badly wrinkled. Holder realized she must have just put it on in the tent. He waited for her to sit on a buffoe skin which lay beside the fire before sitting himself.
  • "Oh, some time or other before night," replied he defiantly, but Dick could easily tell from his tone of voice that he did not speak quite so buoyantly as before; and his already long face grew longer as the day wore on without the breeze springing up again or any change of circumstances.
  • His intensely nervous organization, strung up to its highest pitch, shook him in its grasp, and his will was powerless to control it. He felt that he should disgrace himself once more before these rugged but brave shepherds, who betrayed not the slightest symptom of agitation. For one hour of Oliver's calm courage and utter absence of nervousness he would have given years of his life. His friends in the circle observed his agitation, and renewed their entreaties to him to come inside it. This only was needed to complete his discomfiture. He lost his head altogether; he saw nothing but a confused mass of yellow and red rushing towards him, for each of the gipsies wore a yellow or red scarf, some about the body, some over the shoulder, others round the head. They were now within three hundred yards.
  • He noticed that he was dressed in a dark suit of scotch tweed, over which he wore a light overcoat.
  • Musing on these things, Christine turned at last and sauntered slowly homeward. Everything was still very quiet, but smoke was rising from the solid farm chimneys, and, rounding the corners of some large outbuildings, she came suddenly upon more life--feathery, fantastic life of spindlelegs and fluttering wings. Scores of baby ostriches, just released from their night shelter, were racing into the morning light, pirouetting round each other like crazy, gleesome sprites. Christine stood laughing at their fandangos and the antics of the Kafirs engaged in herding them. A man standing near, pipe in mouth, and hands in pockets, observing the same scene, was astonished that her sad yet passionate face could so change under the spell of laughter. He had wondered, when he first saw her, why a girl with such ardent eyes should wear such weariness upon her lips and look so disdainfully at life. Now he saw that it was a mask she wore and forgot when she was alone, and he wondered still more what had brought such a girl to be a governess on a Karoo farm.
  • TWENTY-THREE HORSEMEN WERE GALLOPING into the plaza. The beasts they rode were magnificent, their saddles and bridles were heavily chased with silver, their cloaks were of the finest materials, and they wore hats with plumes, as if this was somewhat of a dress affair and they wished the world to know it. Each man sat straight and proud in his saddle, his blade at his side, and every blade had a jeweled hilt, being at once serviceable and a rich ornament.
  • Roland heard a movement, the clinking of the chain mail Baibars wore under his red surcoat. Then there came the hiss, from Baibars's right side, of a blade being slid from its scabbard.
  • 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.
  • Captain Baker hadnt been this nervous for a long time. He was riding his horse slowly through the glittering winter landscape, ever so often casting a glance at the woman on the horse alongside. Anna wore a hooded fur cape that covered her completely as well as half of the tiny Nordic horse. Only her face was visible, deliciously flushed with red from the cold air stinging her skin. A slight smile played around her mouth as she was well aware of the captains glances.
  • As the night wore on the snow accumulated on them until it lay several inches deep. Still they moved not. Strong, tired and healthy men are not easily moved. The fire of course sank by degrees until it reached that point where it failed to melt the snow; then it was quickly smothered out and covered over. The entire camp was also buried; the tin kettle being capped with a knob peculiarly its own, and the snow-shoes and other implements having each their appropriate outline, while some hundredweights, if not tons, of the white drapery gathered on the branches overhead. It was altogether an overwhelming state of things, and the only evidence of life in all the scene was the little hole in front of each slumberer's nose, out of which issued intermittent pufflets of white vapour.
  • From up close the city was just as fair as from a distance.The buildings were painted in pastels or whitewashed, the streets were clean, and the roofs were tiled or thatched. The people milled about casually, speaking and laughing.Most of the citizens wore robes or long tunics with pants.The bricked streets allowed men and women alike to wear sandals and not just boots.
  • Day after day passed and still the enthusiasm grew. "Dry facts" wore absorbed unconsciously; angular diagrams of mathematical relations appeared on the big blackboard so clearly and concisely that even Shorty Mcneil ceased to dread the problems; hours were cheerfully spent at the big mess table in making out tabulated reports and drawing neat maps; and many more hours were spent with compasses and levels, telescopes and heliotropes measuring and judging distances and noting results on the hills and by the lake near camp.
  • Bud, however, seemed to be uneasy. Perhaps it was on account of his anxiety to have the morrow come, when he could improve on the trial of his model aeroplane. Then again it might have been that the attempted larceny of his precious plan wore upon his mind.
  • 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.
  • From the opened double doors of the palace came four Centaurians. The lances and swords they carried and the fine plumed helmets they wore left little doubt as to exactly who they were. Indeed it was the king's own guard, the best of the best. They approached the group of travelers and halted when they met up with them.
  • The lupun's brown shirt and pants were much like those any workingman might wear except for being cut to fit his shape. His chest was narrower in width than Holder's but deeper from front to back. The legs had thicker thighs and narrower calves than a man's, and they bent forward at the knee rather than being straight when he stood erect. Belo's black clothes had once been dressier than his friend's, but now they were wrinkled after their long travel and scorched by his encounter with the flame-throwing monster. His pants were tailored for his short legs and instead of a shirt he wore a vest which allowed his arms and wings freedom of movement. Neither wore shoes, of course.
  • He walked slowly toward her and for the first time since her warning Nathaniel had an opportunity of observing the girl without fear of being perceived by the prophet. She was very young, hardly more than a child he would have guessed at first; and yet at a second and more careful glance he knew that she could not be under fifteen--perhaps sixteen. Her whole attire was one to add to her childish appearance. Her hair, which was rather short, fell in lustrous dark curls about her face and upon her neck. She wore a fitted coat-like blouse, and knee skirts which disclosed a pretty pair of legs and ankles. As Strang was returning with the paper which she handed to him the girl turned her face to Captain Plum. Her mouth was formed into a round red O and she pointed anxiously to where she had thrown the note. The king's eyes were on his paper and Nathaniel nodded to assure her that he understood.
  • Lucia opened the doors of her yurt, rivaling the beauty of the moonlight. She wore a flowing, long-sleeved brown dress. The fabric clung tightly around her hips and ruffled near her shoulders and feet. Her breasts were fully covered, but prominent enough. "It's good to see you, Ilario. Come in." She touched his shoulder with one of her gloved hands and met his gaze with her guarded eyes.
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