He walked at the other’s heels with a swing to his shoulders,and his legs spread unwittingly,as if the level floors were tilting up and sinking down to the heave and lunge of the sea. The wide rooms seemed too narrow for his rolling gait,and to himself he...[继续阅读]

    Ned Beaumont’s face,after a grimace of rage at the closed door,became heavily thoughtful.Lines came into his forehead. His dark eyes grew narrow and introspective. His lips puckered up under his moustache. Presently he put a finger to his mouth and bit it...[继续阅读]

    On the walls were designs in colour,square spots of robin’s-egg blue,set in ornate frames of gilt,whose corners were elaborate mouldings of fruit and flowers,with fat cupids hovering in angelic comfort. On the ceilings were coloured traceries with more gi...[继续阅读]

    A COLUMN of smoke rose thin and straight from the cabin chimney. The smoke was blue where it left the red of the clay. It trailed into the blue of the April sky and was no longer blue but gray....[继续阅读]

    His might have been a cherub’s mouth,had not the full,sensuous lips a trick,under stress,of drawing firmly across the teeth. At times,so tightly did they draw,the mouth became stern and harsh,even ascetic. They were the lips of a fighter and of a lover. T...[继续阅读]

    He was a big man,bony-faced,a man of few words,fortyish,rather swarthy,with a mat of wiry uncombed black hair and massive arms hardened to the appearance of tree roots by long exposure to sun and wind and rain....[继续阅读]

    Aunt Chloe sat back in her chair,and indulged in a hearty guffaw of laughter,at this witticism of young Mas’r’ s,laughing till the tears rolled down her black,shining cheeks,and varying the exercise with playfully slapping and poking Mas’r Georgey,and tel...[继续阅读]

    His black eyebrows were highly arched and one was slightly tufted;across his forehead,repeating the line of his eyebrows,was graven a deep wrinkle like a bow....[继续阅读]

    Morning broke quiet and hushed,subdued as if holding its breath. Sunrays filtered in wherever they could,driving out darkness and choking the shadows,and a sfrange haze that was not mist hung over the valley. Summer moved on with the ease of a graceful,we...[继续阅读]

    A moment later Judge O’Shaunnessy entered at the rear door and took his seat in one of the chairs behind the bench; a gentleman in black broadcloth,with sandy hair,inclined to curl,a round,reddish and rather jovial face,sharp rather than intellectual,and ...[继续阅读]