The vicissitudes of her tragic life had left no trace except the slight scowl, which might be due to defective vision, for from the curiously linked chatelaine there depended a lorgnon with which she had a nervous trick of trifling.
I found the lorgnon in the street and carried it back to the Belvedere.
She had the habit of the lorgnon; the lorgnon seldom left her, and whenever she was in any doubt or difficulty she would raise the lorgnon to her eyes and stare patronizingly.
Mrs Clayton Vernon had a lorgnon at the end of a shaft of tortoise-shell; otherwise, a pair of eye-glasses on a stick.
In fact, like many an actor in the drama of life, he really knew less about the general mise-en-scene than I, who had only reviewed it through the lorgnon of Tennyson and other contemporary writers.
She brings round her customers, provides them with her own lorgnon in the form of opinion, and pads them with conversational treatises on the subject in hand, like a Cook's guide to a party of tourists.
She even put up her lorgnon and though she was not very tall, she contrived to look Hector through them straight between the eyes.
Madame la Duchesse deigned to ask as she pointed with her lorgnon to the door.
Mrs. Ames clasped her stiff hands together and dropped thelorgnon on the floor.
Again the lorgnon was turned threateningly on Hayden.
She surveyed Hayden through her lorgnon with both surprise and disapproval, and then acknowledging his bow with a curt nod, turned to Ydo.
Mrs. Gueste looked through her lorgnonat the glinting speck traveling out on the water.
Mrs. Gueste's lorgnonrose sharply to this sentence, but her voice was gentle.
He hated his sister's lorgnon, and her lorgnon manner was his bete noir.
The persecuting lorgnon rose again: 'Because they were all bogus!
His words faded away as the old lady again raised her lorgnon and gazed at him calmly.
Her lorgnon seemed to follow his every expression like a searchlight.
Her aunt's lorgnonwas dropped in horrified amazement.
The Rapid-fire Lorgnon Is Spiked He found Uncle Peter in the cross-cut, studying a bit of ore through a glass, and they went back to ascend.
As they came up Percival felt himself raked by a broadside from the maternal lorgnon that left him all but disabled.
That woman certainly has the haughtiestlorgnon ever built.
