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…rmilion, intensely sensuous. The nose was small and rounded, but fine, and the life of the face seemed concentrated in the nostrils. The eyes were tiny and oblique, with strange brows of defiance. A small tuft of irrepressible hair upon the forehead started up like a lone pine-tree on the slope of a mountain; for with this exception, the man was entirely bald; or, rather, clean-shaven, for the scalp was grey. The skull was extraordinarily narrow and long. Again she looked at the eyes. They were parallel, [14] focussed on infinity. The pupils we…
1929 · PDF PAGE 221
…ring was kept about the framework by a cordon of police. Just then the gates of the prison opened, and a little procession came out. All eyes were drawn instantly to its central figure, an old, old man whose jaw was dropped, and from whose throat issued a hoarse howling, utterly monotonous and inhuman. His eyes were starting from his head, and their expression was one not to be described. His arms were bound tightly to his sides. Two men were half supporting him, half pushing him. Save for his horrible cry, there was no sound. There was no move…
1929 · PDF PAGE 160
…he little man that had created it; Iliel thought that he was seeking incarnation for the sake of its forgetfulness. Yet the light in his eyes was so pure and noble and magnetic that it might have been that he saw in a new birth the chance to repair his error. And now her attention was drawn to a yet nobler and still more fantastic form[4]. It was a kingly figure, and its eyes blazed bright with an enthusiasm that was tinged almost with madness. His creations, like those of the last seen, were something vague and unsubstantial. They lacked clear…
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…r maid. In half-an-hour she was asleep. In the morning she went in to see her friend. She found her lying on the bed, still dressed, her eyes red and haggard. She had not slept all night. Amy Brough on the contrary, was still asleep in the arm-chair. When she was roused, she only muttered: "something about a journey in a letter." Then she suddenly shook herself and went off without a word to her place of business in Bond [16] Street. For she was the representative of one of the great Paris dressmaking houses. Lavinia King never knew how it was …
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…d Cyril coldly "is my unavailing regret." But Lord Juventius Mellor frustrated the effect of this impolitic speech. He fixed his languid eyes upon the red face of the veteran, and his voice came in a soft caressing whisper. "Pardon me; do let us be unofficial for five minutes more!" "Well, boy?" "I think it's only fair to let General Foch enjoy the joke. I hear he has been depressed lately." "He might not take it so easily. The French do [328] not care to be played with when their country is at stake." "He can only shoot poor Cyril, mon vieux! …
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…sure you, my child. The trick is turned. We have caught our Butterfly!" "Yes, yes," she murmured; "but how did you know?" "Why, use your eyes!" he cried. "Use your br — I should say your sensory organs! Look!" He waved at the window, and Iliel idly followed with her eyes. There could be no mistake. The garden was normal. Every vestige of magical force had disappeared. "Couldn't have gone better," he said. "We don't know where we're going, but we know we're on the way. And, whatever we've got, we've got it." Suddenly her mind ran back to her vis…
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…the best numbers on the programme," said Simon Iff. "Now see the other way!" "Yes: if your way is better than that!" cried the girl, her eyes gleaming. "It isn't my way," said the mystic, with a sudden inflection of solemnity. His voice rose in a low monotonous chant as he quoted from "The Book of the Heart girt with the Serpent." "I, and Me, and Mine were sitting with lutes in [65] the market-place of the great city, the city of the violets and the roses. "The night fell, and the music of the lutes was stilled. "The tempest arose, and the musi…
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… down the gangway, and Manners gave the word. As they raced northward, they passed under the lee of Abdul's yacht, where Lisa, up to the eyes in champagne, was fondling her new lover. Her little pig-like eyes sparkled through their rolls of fat; her cheeks, the colour and consistency of ripe Camembert cheese, sagged pendulous upon a many-chinned neck which looked almost goitrous; and the whole surmounted one of those figures dear to engineers, because they afford endless food for speculation as to the means of support. The moon was now exercisi…
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…sha immediately protested. "I don't think we ought to interfere with a lady's manicuring," he said indignantly. "Surely we can trust our eyes!" Cyril Grey had beaten lynxes in the Open Championship; but he only murmured: "I'm so sorry, Pasha; I can't trust mine. I'm threatened with tobacco amblyopia." The imbecility of the remark, as intended, came near to upset the Turk's temper. "I've always agreed with Berkeley," he went on, completely changing the plane of the conversation, [40] while maintaining its original subject, "that our eyes bear no…
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…into another, ever increasing in stature and in glory. And in his broad brow she read the knowledge of the Unity of Things, and in these eyes the joy unspeakable which that knowledge gives. Yet they were insatiable as death itself; she could see that every ounce of the man's giant strength was strained toward some new attainment. And now came another of the sons of music[11]. But this man's waves were fiery flames like snakes contorted and terrible. It seemed to Iliel as if all heaven were torn asunder by those pangs. Wave strove with wave, and…
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…oman's face Lisa read a thousand evil purposes, a cruelty devilishly hot as Cyril's was devilishly cold, and the assurance in those grey eyes that she had fallen into the power of creatures utterly abominable. Sister Cybele suddenly broke into a short harsh laugh, then stepped aside, and Lisa, turning quickly, only saw the door close behind her. Heedless of caution, she leapt after her in the impulse of self-preservation — but the door was entirely smooth on the inside. She beat against it, uttering a horrible, fierce cry: but only silence answ…
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came the greatest of them all[13]. His face was abrupt and vehement; but a veil was woven over it, because of the glory of his eyes, and a thick scarf, like a cloud, held over his mouth, lest the thunder of it destroy men's hearing. This man was so enormous that his stature spanned all heaven; and his creatures, that moved about him, were all godlike — immensely greater than the human. Yet were they human; but so patriarchal, so intense, that they almost overwhelmed Iliel. On him she dared not look. He had the gift of making every thing a thous…
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and again she turned her eyes away; but they always returned to the gaze, and every gesture shot a pang of agony to her soul. She understood the ambiguities of her lover; his strange behaviour seemed like an open book to her; and the malice of Sister Cybele, her elfin laughter, her satanic sneer, sank into her bleeding heart like acid, burning, fuming. The revel did not diminish; instead, it took novel and more atrocious forms. All that she had ever conceived of sensuality of bestiality, was a thousandfold surpassed. It was an infinite refineme…
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…ere absolutely familiar. They were those of the labarum of Constantine "In hoc signo vinces." "In this sign thou shalt conquer." But her,eyes gave the lie to her ears; for the word "signo" was spelt "Cygno"! The phrase was then a pun — " In this Swan thou shalt conquer." At the time she did not understand; but she was sure of the spelling, when she came afterwards to report her vision to Sister Clara. [194] It then came into her mind that this egg was a great treasure, and that it was her duty to guard it against all comers; and at the same mom…
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…ility. "I am unskilled to unravel the mysteries of the Universe. Like Sir Isaac Newton, I am —" But seeing the muffled rage in the boy's eyes, he spared him the conclusion. [103]
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She looked at him with open mouth and eyes. He was always stupefying her by the picturesqueness of his allegories, and his trick of presenting them dramatically. "What then?" "This is what really happened last night — only there's no such thing as time. This is what you should have seen, and what you will see one day, if you cling to the highest in you." He drew a note-book of white vellum from his pocket, and began to read. "The whirlwind of the Eagle and the Lion! The Tree upon the Mountain that is Zion! The marriage of the Starbeam and the C…
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…ment." "Your words touch me the more deeply because I also foresaw it from the first." "Yet you went on with it." [297] "Oh no!" Cyril's eyes were half closed. "What do you mean — Oh, no!" cried the other sharply. He knew his Cyril like a book. "I never even began," murmured the boy, dreamily. "You will be polite to explain yourself." Simon's lips took a certain grimness of grip upon themselves. "This telegram has consoled me in my grief," said Cyril, taking with languid grace a slip of paper from his pocket. "It came last week." Simon Iff turn…
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Beholding all, with eyes whose flashes flood The veins of their own universe with blood; Absorbing all, each myriad mouth aflame To utter the unutterable Name That calls all souls, the greatest and the least, To the unimaginable marriage-feast; And, in the self-same sacrament, is stirred To recreate their essence with a Word; This All, this Sire and Lord of All, abides Behind the unbounded torrent of Its tides, [285] In silence of all deed, or word, or thought, So that we name It not, or name It Naught. This is the Truth behind the lie called G…
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delicacy, surprising in so strong a model. Her eyes were clear and fearless and true; but one could see that they must have served her ill indeed often enough, for they were evidently incapable of understanding falsity, and evil. The nose was straight and broad, full of energy; and the mouth passionate and firm. The lips were somewhat thick, but they were mobile; [76] and the whole expression of the face redeemed any defect of any feature. For while its general physical aspect was severe, even savage — she might have been a Tartar beauty, the b…
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debauchery, who staggered, her eyes rolling, her hair dishevelled, her mouth loose and wet, laughing with indecent and profane intoxication. "Good morning, Captain Grey; well met, well met indeed!" began Douglas, urbane in his triumph. "I trust you passed a pleasant time in Naples." "Very pleasant," returned Grey. "Dr. Balloch," continued Douglas, "crossed my path. I am glad you should have seen the end of him." "I am glad," said Cyril. "And what end do you think I have reserved for you?" said the sorcerer, with sudden foam of ferocity. "Someth…