The clamor, the songs and demonstrations of all kinds increased twofold, and the whole immense ants' nest of black heads
was again in motion.
Then I noticed the opening of the place was darkened by two more black heads
. My hand tightened on my stick.
On one was piled certain curiously twisted and complicated figures, called “nut-cakes,” On another were heaps of a black-looking sub stance, which, receiving its hue from molasses, was properly termed “sweet-cake ;” a wonderful favorite in the coterie of Remarkable, A third was filled, to use the language of the housekeeper, with “cards of gingerbread ;” and the last held a “ plum- cake,” so called from the number of large raisins that were showing their black heads
in a substance of suspiciously similar color.
So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads
, the crowded forms, grew into distinct- ness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.
Out from the centre of the sea, poor Pip turned his crisp, curling, black head
to the sun, another lonely castaway, though the loftiest and the brightest.
"Aye, aye, we're coming," Seth answered from within, and presently appeared stooping under the doorway, being taller than usual by the black head
of a sturdy two-year-old nephew, who had caused some delay by demanding to be carried on uncle's shoulder.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head
and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
After a minute the water broke six feet away, and a black head
and white shoulder showed in the moonlight.
After the meal the two curled up together in a thicket, the man's black head
pillowed upon the tawny side of the panther.
They were in animated conversation, and were apparently reading something aloud to each other, for the black head
and the curly brown one were both bent over a sheet of letter paper.
'Quick, Rose-red, open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter.' Rose-red went and pushed back the bolt, thinking that it was a poor man, but it was not; it was a bear that stretched his broad, black head
within the door.
"Don't let that young giant come near me, he worries me worse than mosquitoes," whispered the old lady to Amy, as the rooms filled and Laurie's black head
towered above the rest.