He wanted to keep them hidden away and looked with amaze- ment at the quiet inexpressive
hands of other men who worked beside him in the fields, or passed, driving sleepy teams on country roads.
To follow that way is an initiation, by which they will become able to distinguish, in art, speech, feeling, manners, in men and life generally, what is genuine, animated, and expressive from what is only conventional and derivative, and therefore inexpressive
A flash of satisfaction illuminated for a moment the detective's inexpressive
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.
The dawn of the March morning is singularly inexpressive
, and there is nothing to show where the eastern horizon lies.
But he remembered how, even then, she had surprised him by dropping back to inexpressive
girlishness as soon as her conscience had been eased of its burden; and he saw that she would probably go through life dealing to the best of her ability with each experience as it came, but never anticipating any by so much as a stolen glance.
Yes," she continued, glancing at Katharine, with the round, greenish eyes which were as inexpressive
as moist marbles, "Katharine is like the girls of my youth.
I could now see the girl's round, fleshy, inexpressive
face, her rayless and colorless eyes, her coarse nose and heavy chin.
Well, if it is, it's a wery inexpressive
word, that's all,' said Sam.
Where any name happens to be vague or inexpressive
, I shall say so, and suggest another.
Yes, there lay Willoughby, curt, inexpressive
, perpetually jocular, robbing a whole continent of mystery, enquiring after his daughter's manners and morals--hoping she wasn't a bore, and bidding them pack her off to him on board the very next ship if she were-- and then grateful and affectionate with suppressed emotion, and then half a page about his own triumphs over wretched little natives who went on strike and refused to load his ships, until he roared English oaths at them, "popping my head out of the window just as I was, in my shirt sleeves.
Between whiles he directed mysteriously inexpressive
glances at little Fyne, who, I gather, had no breakfast that morning at all.