Cardenio and the curate were watching all this from among some bushes, not knowing how to join company with the others; but the curate, who was very fertile in devices, soon hit upon a way of effecting their purpose, and with a pair of scissors he had in a case he quickly cut off Cardenio's beard, and putting on him a grey jerkin of his own he gave him a black cloak, leaving himself in his breeches and doublet, while Cardenio's appearance was so different from what it had been that he would not have known himself had he seen himself in a mirror.
As it was, they so took him by surprise that he came to the ground, giving so little heed to his beard that it fell off, and all he could do when he found himself without it was to cover his face hastily with both his hands and moan that his teeth were knocked out.
Beard's bag to the railway-sta- tion and put her all comfy into a third-class carriage.
Poor old Captain Beard looked like the ghost of a Geordie skipper--through the worry and humiliation of it.
The two sat in the firelight a long time--the old, white- bearded
Munchkin and the little boy.
And at the same moment, he saw the man with the unmistakable ginger beard kneel down on the ground, level his gun, and coolly take his time for the long shot.
They laughed at the unexpected eruption of apples, and clapped their hands in applause of the long shot by the man with the ginger beard.
The packed benches of students joined in, and every time Challenger's beard opened, before any sound could come forth, there was a yell of "Question!" from a hundred voices, and an answering counter cry of "Order!" and "Shame!" from as many more.
The interrupter bowed, smiled, stroked his beard, and relapsed into his chair.
Nikita did not answer for some time, apparently still intent on thawing out his beard
The impenetrable young woman went on with her master's beard. A machine could not have taken less notice of the life and the talk around it than this incomprehensible creature.
you have learned to dress my hair and anoint my beard, haven't you?"
And though the old man's scarlet face and silver beard
had blazed like a bonfire in each room or passage in turn, it did not leave any warmth behind it.
Having been taken prisoner and allowed his beard
to grow, he seemed to have thrown off all that had been forced upon him- everything military and alien to himself- and had returned to his former peasant habits.
Pinocchio ran to him and scurrying like a squirrel up the long black beard
, he gave Fire Eater a loving kiss on the tip of his nose.