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Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Would the clock never strike? Nerves were snapping, but faces gave no hint of it.

Alternate Title(s)
  • Duel Across a Table
Oil on canvas
1922
32 3/8 × 40 1/4 in. (82.2 × 102.2 cm)
SUPP2000.1015
Private collection, ME
Not on view
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Plate #34 | And even those whose nerves are strong | Must heave a groan when, darkly scowling, | The Quad-ri-wheeleon rolls along | And splits the welkin with his howling.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
". . . . though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence . . . ."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
Genghis Khan's eyes were fixed upon the dark scarred face of the young man in front of him. Little could be hidden from those eyes, and suddenly the young man knew that he stood revealed. The inscrutable eyes gave no sign, but at last Genghis Khan beckoned to the girl, and she came and stood beside him.
N.C. Wyeth
1932
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Faces in the Tent (Three Faces in a Tent)
Frank E. Schoonover
1904
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
He glanced furtively at the faces of the four men about him.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Image Not Available for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The Midnight Encounter Despiteful and terrible were the blows they gave and took by the moonlight. Agrican fought in a rage, Orlando was cooler
The Midnight Encounter Despiteful and terrible were the blows they gave and took by the moonlight. Agrican fought in a rage, Orlando was cooler
N.C. Wyeth
1924
"Do you mean that you do not care--that you do not hate and despise me? I have never known a woman like you. I have never believed that there were such women."
"Do you mean that you do not care--that you do not hate and despise me? I have never known a woman like you. I have never believed that there were such women."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."
"The eight miners followed the treacherous trail cautiously, the wind whipping the red and blue into their faces."
N.C. Wyeth
1906