The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
"I'll agree to that," said the man; and he stepped inside.
It was the same man, she was sure of it.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
"Come here," said the little man, and took her to one of the corners of the building.
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
It was not long until the man came with another present.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
Alex was a wealthy man - rich by her standards.
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
The man gave him a sharp look.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
"In that case," said the man, "it will be best for you to cross our Valley and mount the spiral staircase inside the Pyramid Mountain."
"Yes, indeed; come into my shop, please," and the braided man turned and led the way into a smaller cave, where he evidently lived.
"Each of their arms is a wooden club," answered the little man, "and I'm sure the creatures mean mischief, by the looks of their eyes.
"That will prove a barrier for some time to come," said the little man, smiling pleasantly all over his wrinkled face at the success of their stratagem.
The little man looked at his watch--a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.
The Wizard was also most heartily welcomed by the straw man, who was an important personage in the Land of Oz.
"Oh, thank you," said the man very politely.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
The king also wondered why this man, who was his favorite, should be so slighted.
When Cyrus became a man, he succeeded his father as king of Persia; he also succeeded his grandfather Astyages as king of Media.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
The teacher answered, "I know of no man who is more honored than yourself."
It is the man who rose to go out, and two young princes contended for the honor of giving him his shoes but at last agreed that each should offer him one.
"You are a brave lad to be joking with robbers" said the man; and he also hurried on to a more promising field.
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
The other was the mayor, a man with a thin sallow face and narrow beard.
This man, an ex-captain of police, was saying angrily:
'One man though undone is but one,' as the proverb says, but with thirteen in your family and all the property...
Soldiers were continually rushing backwards and forwards near it, and he saw two of them and a man in a frieze coat dragging burning beams into another yard across the street, while others carried bundles of hay.
The man in the frieze coat raised his arms and shouted:
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
One man ought to be in command, and not two.