It was now the young girl's turn to be the nurse,--the guardian, the playmate, --or whatever is the fitter phrase,--of the gray-haired
The combatants were placed face to face, each with several members of his own corps about him to assist; two seconds, well padded, and with swords in their hands, took their stations; a student belonging to neither of the opposing corps placed himself in a good position to umpire the combat; another student stood by with a watch and a memorandum-book to keep record of the time and the number and nature of the wounds; a gray-haired
surgeon was present with his lint, his bandages, and his instruments.
After he had taken a few turns backward and forward, alone, he was joined by a spare, quiet, gray-haired
man, whose personal appearance was totally devoid of marked character of any kind; whose inexpressive face and conventionally-quiet manner presented nothing that attracted approval and nothing that inspired dislike.
Not even the gray-haired
pioneers who have lived with the telephone since its birth, can understand their protege.
And though' Grandfather was old and gray-haired
, yet his heart leaped with joy whenever little Alice came fluttering, like a butterfly, into the room.
There was also another woman there in a plain black dress, quite gray-haired
, sitting very erect on her chair with some sewing, from which she snatched side-glances in his direction, and uttering not a single word during all the time of my call.
The two figures approaching up the path were indeed those of Fisher, splashed with the mire of travel and carrying a scratch like that of a bramble across one side of his bald forehead, and of the great and gray-haired
statesman who looked like a baby and was interested in Eastern swords and swordmanship.
An old, gray-haired
sergeant of the guard stepped out of the ranks, and addressing the provost,--
She was a gray-haired
woman of masculine appearance, who had been night-nurse in the casualty department for twenty years.
There he saw a gray-haired
dame sitting beside a cold hearthstone, rocking herself to and fro and weeping bitterly.
Stanley Hopkins led us first to the house, where he introduced us to a haggard, gray-haired
woman, the widow of the murdered man, whose gaunt and deep-lined face, with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her red-rimmed eyes, told of the years of hardship and ill-usage which she had endured.
valet was sitting drowsily listening to the snoring of the prince, who was in his large study.