Word: eying
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...much for the machine. It veered both ways at the same time, then concluded to retreat, which it did with remarkable celerity. But I had made all my arrangements for going ahead, and found it difficult to change my entire plan of proceeding so in the twinkling of an eye, as it were. Consequently I kept right on, as if nothing had happened; that is, I kept on till a nail protruding from the floor carried away the entire front of my vest, and a goodly portion of my trousers, and thus arrested further progress. I was quite willing...
...requisite elements that constitute the average girl, - a Derby hat, wavy bangs, considerable vivacity, and dimples when she smiled; and all arranged in such a way as to make a pleasing impression. I felt called upon to produce an effect. I straightened my drooping form, fastened my eye on the course before me, and circled with stately dignity before my fair spectator. "How imposing this must be!" thought I. "What sentiments of admiration she must feel!" At that moment I was just opposite them. "Oh, how he cleaves the air!" It was her soft voice. How sweet! But what...
...light heart and thirteen trunks. Not even the sight of several dozen coffins piled up at the station awaiting shipment could dampen his enthusiasm. He walked briskly up the principal street, and scanned with wonder the long lines of undertakers' shops and brilliant drug-stores that met his eye on every side. A forest of doctors' signs shaded the street and kept off the heat of the sun, while the air was redolent with the pungent odors of the billowy canal...
...illustrated. "Yes," said I, "Rome is a great financial and commercial metropolis, and is also the city of the soul. Miss Wiggleson, are you intense?" I saw she was affected, for she drew out her pocket-handkerchief, and then, ashamed to wipe away the tear that glistened in her eye, she began to dust a volume. I waxed eloquent. "Speaking of antiquities, Miss Wiggleson, have you ever heard the story about George Washington?" A shade passed over her face. Perhaps she doesn't like anecdotes, thought I. "About the pear-tree?" said she. "No, indeed. This...
...could bear this no longer. Rising to my full height, I adjusted my left heel against my right calf. I cocked my eye, and held to it an imaginary eye-glass, Then with an air of tremendous importance I remarked...