I go on then,' said Jowl, 'where I left off, when you got up so quick.
Although Mr List and Mr Jowl addressed themselves to each other, it was remarkable that they both looked narrowly at the old man, who, with his eyes fixed upon the fire, sat brooding over it, yet listening eagerly-- as it seemed from a certain involuntary motion of the head, or twitching of the face from time to time--to all they said.
My advice,' said Jowl, lying down again with a careless air, 'is plain--I have given it, in fact.
Daughtry caught him by the jowl
instead and slowly moved his head back and forth as he addressed him:
He strained and tugged at the grip, trying to twist his jowl in the slack of skin so as to reach a bite.
And the next moment he was in Skipper's arms, jowl against cheek, and the tongue was again flashing out in all the articulateness possible for a creature denied speech.
The Lame Tiger had dipped his chin and jowl in the water, and dark, oily streaks were floating from it down-stream.
So he ran all the night till he came to the cave; but the trees and the creepers on his path, remembering the order that Tha had given, let down their branches and marked him as he ran, drawing their fingers across his back, his flank, his forehead, and his jowl.
Thus whether she received the Reverend Saunders McNitre, the Scotch divine; or the Reverend Luke Waters, the mild Wesleyan; or the Reverend Giles Jowls, the illuminated Cobbler, who dubbed himself Reverend as Napoleon crowned himself Emperor--the household, children, tenantry of my Lady Southdown were expected to go down on their knees with her Ladyship, and say Amen to the prayers of either Doctor.
He had been made to accept Saunders McNitre, Luke Waters, Giles Jowls, Podgers' Pills, Rodgers' Pills, Pokey's Elixir, every one of her Ladyship's remedies spiritual or temporal.
Toward the shaven monk who trudged along with his cowl tilted back and the sweat washing down his fat jowls
, the coal-burner was deeply reverent; to the gentleman he was abject; with the small farmer and the free mechanic he was cordial and gossipy; and when a slave passed by with a counte- nance respectfully lowered, this chap's nose was in the air -- he couldn't even see him.
Like well-schooled terriers, they paced the corridors with us, but I could not help but note the lathering jowls
, nor the hungry expressions with which they eyed Tars Tarkas and myself.