Shortly after, there was a prodigious cackling and gratulation of Chanticleer and all his family, including the wizened
chicken, who appeared to understand the matter quite as well as did his sire, his mother, or his aunt.
As he did so I observed the wizened
monkey-like figure creeping from the shadow of the hut.
Hayward had altered a little in appearance: his fine hair was thinner, and with the rapid wilting of the very fair, he was becoming wizened
and colourless; his blue eyes were paler than they had been, and there was a muzziness about his features.
face of the man of law was twisted into a wrinkled smile, for in his pouch were fourscore golden angels that the Prior had paid him in fee for the case betwixt him and Sir Richard of the Lea.
To my astonishment it was none other than my strange old book collector, his sharp, wizened
face peering out from a frame of white hair, and his precious volumes, a dozen of them at least, wedged under his right arm.
Rachel had just enough consciousness to suppose herself a donkey on the summit of a moor in a hail-storm, with its coat blown into furrows; then she became a wizened
tree, perpetually driven back by the salt Atlantic gale.
cried Monica, the smaller, the drier, and the more wizened
of the pair.
He was old, too, wizened
with age, and the hair on his face was gray.
Every nincompoop in the land rushed into free print, floating their wizened
little egos into the public eye on the surge of Brissenden's greatness.
A twisted and wizened
complex of apish features, perforated by upturned, sky-open, Mongolian nostrils, by a mouth that sagged from a huge upper-lip and faded precipitately into a retreating chin, by peering querulous eyes that blinked as blink the eyes of denizens of monkey-cages.
But lo and behold, Mistress Blythe, Henry looks up at me, with those bright old black eyes of his in his wizened
face and says, says he, `Tell me something I don't know, Jim Boyd, if you want to give me information.
She was the abject wreck of a beautiful woman, wizened
, prematurely aged.
He was an unhappy, wizened
little man, who if put into a jockey's rig would have looked the part to perfection.
He was a dried-up old man wearing two ragged army coats one over the other; his wizened
little face, tied up under the jaw and over the ears in a dirty red handkerchief, looked comical.
And instead of taking responsibility for what's happened on his watch, instead of doing the honourable thing and resigning, this wizened
little despot is hanging on to the gravy train like a limpet repeating the mantra he thinks is his Get Out Of Jail Free card: "I know nothing".