That, and
deepening
the shadow under the lobe of the ear.
Kipling - Poems
Isn't it thundering good?
Wasn't it worth the whiskey? I did it. Alone I did it, and it's the best
I can do. " He drew his breath sharply, and whispered, "Just God! what
could I not do ten years hence, if I can do this now! --By the way, what
do you think of it, Bess? "
The girl was biting her lips. She loathed Torpenhow because he had taken
no notice of her.
"I think it's just the horridest, beastliest thing I ever saw," she
answered, and turned away.
"More than you will be of that way of thinking, young woman. --Dick,
there's a sort of murderous, viperine suggestion in the poise of the
head that I don't understand," said Torpenhow.
"That's trick-work," said Dick, chuckling with delight at being
completely understood. "I couldn't resist one little bit of sheer
swagger. It's a French trick, and you wouldn't understand; but it's got
at by slewing round the head a trifle, and a tiny, tiny foreshortening
of one side of the face from the angle of the chin to the top of the
left ear.
That, and deepening the shadow under the lobe of the ear. It
was flagrant trick-work; but, having the notion fixed, I felt entitled
to play with it,--Oh, you beauty! "
"Amen! She is a beauty. I can feel it. "
"So will every man who has any sorrow of his own," said Dick, slapping
his thigh. "He shall see his trouble there, and, by the Lord Harry, just
when he's feeling properly sorry for himself he shall throw back his
head and laugh,--as she is laughing. I've put the life of my heart and
the light of my eyes into her, and I don't care what comes. . . . I'm
tired,--awfully tired. I think I'll get to sleep. Take away the whiskey,
it has served its turn, and give Bessie thirty-six quid, and three over
for luck. Cover the picture. "
He dropped asleep in the long chair, hid face white and haggard, almost
before he had finished the sentence.
Wasn't it worth the whiskey? I did it. Alone I did it, and it's the best
I can do. " He drew his breath sharply, and whispered, "Just God! what
could I not do ten years hence, if I can do this now! --By the way, what
do you think of it, Bess? "
The girl was biting her lips. She loathed Torpenhow because he had taken
no notice of her.
"I think it's just the horridest, beastliest thing I ever saw," she
answered, and turned away.
"More than you will be of that way of thinking, young woman. --Dick,
there's a sort of murderous, viperine suggestion in the poise of the
head that I don't understand," said Torpenhow.
"That's trick-work," said Dick, chuckling with delight at being
completely understood. "I couldn't resist one little bit of sheer
swagger. It's a French trick, and you wouldn't understand; but it's got
at by slewing round the head a trifle, and a tiny, tiny foreshortening
of one side of the face from the angle of the chin to the top of the
left ear.
That, and deepening the shadow under the lobe of the ear. It
was flagrant trick-work; but, having the notion fixed, I felt entitled
to play with it,--Oh, you beauty! "
"Amen! She is a beauty. I can feel it. "
"So will every man who has any sorrow of his own," said Dick, slapping
his thigh. "He shall see his trouble there, and, by the Lord Harry, just
when he's feeling properly sorry for himself he shall throw back his
head and laugh,--as she is laughing. I've put the life of my heart and
the light of my eyes into her, and I don't care what comes. . . . I'm
tired,--awfully tired. I think I'll get to sleep. Take away the whiskey,
it has served its turn, and give Bessie thirty-six quid, and three over
for luck. Cover the picture. "
He dropped asleep in the long chair, hid face white and haggard, almost
before he had finished the sentence.
