I said, after contemplating it for some minutes, "this is a strange scarabæus, I must confess: new to me: never saw anything like it before - unless it was a skull, or a death's-head - which it more nearly resembles than anything else that has come under my observation.
Well, well," I said, "perhaps you have - still I don't see them;" and I handed him the paper without additional remark, not wishing to ruffle his temper; but I was much surprised at the turn affairs had taken; his ill humor puzzled me - and, as for the drawing of the beetle, there were positively no antennæ visible, and the whole did bear a very close resemblance to the ordinary cuts of a death's-head.
You recollect also, that I became quite vexed at you for insisting that my drawing resembled a death's-head.
Well, as I was in the very act of crumpling it up, my glance fell upon the sketch at which you had been looking, and you may imagine my astonishment when I perceived, in fact, the figure of a death's-head just where, it seemed to me, I had made the drawing of the beetle.
Newman's fault; he sits there as mum as a death's-head
At the same time it increased the presumption that there was a ghastly death's-head
lurking behind it.
His hands were bony claws, his emaciated face a sheer death's-head
His large gray eyes were mainly responsible for this feeling, and they blazed out feverishly from what was almost a death's-head
, so thin was the face, the skin of which was a ghastly, dull, dead white.
The cub painted a high-light picture of his poor little room, its oil-stove and the one chair, and of the death's-head
tramp who kept him company and who looked as if he had just emerged from twenty years of solitary confinement in some fortress dungeon.
The profit of that enterprise will enable me to obtain a long, low, black schooner, raise a death's-head
flag and engage in commerce on the high seas.
The sight of that inevitable woman in her faded gown seated behind her dear friend in the opera-box, or occupying the back seat of the barouche, is always a wholesome and moral one to me, as jolly a reminder as that of the Death's-head
which figured in the repasts of Egyptian bon-vivants, a strange sardonic memorial of Vanity Fair.
The "boy" might have been forty or a hundred and forty for all you could tell- one of those Chinamen of the death's-head
type of face and completely inscrutable.