Instead of making the bed, she would amuse herself with pulling off the pillowcases, butting her woolly head among the pillows, till it would sometimes be grotesquely ornamented with feathers sticking out in various directions; she would climb the posts, and hang head downward from the tops; flourish the sheets and spreads all over the apartment; dress the bolster up in Miss Ophelia's night-clothes, and enact various performances with that,--singing and whistling, and making grimaces
at herself in the looking-glass; in short, as Miss Ophelia phrased it, "raising Cain" generally.
The doctor's manipulations brought out neither grimaces
oui; ees, sair,” returned Monsieur Le Quoi, with a slight shrug of his shoulder, and a trifling grimace
, “dere is more.
There was a mysterious kind of a smile, if it might not better be called a grin or grimace
, upon his visage; but, of all the throng that beheld him, not an individual appears to have possessed insight enough to detect the illusive character of the stranger except a little child and a cur dog.
Blunt, with a faint grimace
, as though the words had an acrid taste in his mouth.
Accustomed to feign much interest in the persons with whom they deal, notaries have at last produced upon their features a grimace
of their own, which they take on and off as an official "pallium.
Martin made a wry little grimace
of amusement as he realized suddenly that even at the very gate of death it was still on life, his life, that his thoughts dwelt.
He was a square-faced man with big spectacles and a grimace
that expressed the intention of keeping his mouth shut.
The official second-in-command under the Governor was an ex-detective named Greywood Usher, a cadaverous, careful-spoken Yankee philosopher, occasionally varying a very rigid visage with an odd apologetic grimace
Manson Mingott screwed up her little mouth into a grimace
of mimic prudery and twinkled at him through malicious lids.
You're a damned rogue," says the old gentleman, making a hideous grimace
at the door as he shuts it.
I caught a glimpse of Issus leaning far forward upon her throne, her hideous countenance distorted in a horrid grimace
of hate and rage, in which I thought I could distinguish an expression of fear.