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.
