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He made the quick apologetic grimace that seemed to be as near as he ever came to a smile.

He feels particularly ashamed if ever he is seen by his lovers to be invovled in something dishonourable.

The expression on his features was one of a pained disapproval, similar to that of a gentleman of the cloth when observing the young folks behaving like young folks.

Jack was embarrassed — never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange backyard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.

It made him shy, they way he felt the first time they stood together in a mirror.

Slowly his eyes left my hair and traveled downwards. This time he really took in my outfit and then that Look that I’m always encountering; that special one composed in equal parts of amusement, astonishment and horror came over his face. I am not a moron and I can generally guess what causes this look. The trouble is, it’s always something different. I squirmed uncomfortably, feeling his eyes bearing down on my bare shoulders and breasts. "What the hell are you doing in the middle of the morning with an evening dress on?” he asked me finally. "Sorry about that,” I said quickly, "but it’s all I’ve got to wear. My laundry hasn’t come back yet.”

He had a curiously womanish face, and, in direct contradiction to his real character, there seemed to be little strength in it.

His face bore a half smile that gave the illusion of friendliness while making it clear somehow that it was only an illusion.

A man thinks with his dick," Jimmy said, embarrassed. "That's why his friends have to look out for him.

He is not handsome, but looks as the author of his books should look: a little strange and odd, as if not of this earth.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

I am, I fear, inclined to be unfashionably sincere.