His wistful eyes, his lost, helpless, appealing smile served as substitute for the shell.
He kept describing circles around Taggart, as if trying to acquire a suntan by means of an occasional ray, his wistful smile pleading to be noticed.
He looked at the shining automobile parked outside his window, in the muddy square that had once been the center of a prosperous county seat; he looked with a faint, wistful wonder at his two unknown visitors.
"Hello, Miss Taggart," he answered, with an astonished smile that held a touch of incredulous pleasure-and of wistfulness.
They were looking at Galt with a desperate plea, with a wistfully tragic admiration-and with hands lying limply on the tables before them.
"The date of that nationalization, September second," she asked, her voice wistful, "was it you who picked it?"
She inclined her head, slowly, in acknowledgment to the men before her, knowing that these were the men whose standards of value and honor were the same as her own, the men who recognized the glory of that title as she recognized it, knowing with a sudden stab of wistfulness how much she had longed for that recognition through all her years.
His face held the remnant of a smile, and they knew that he was not seeing them any longer, but it was not in their power to know why his smile now seemed to hold pain and an almost wistful longing, or why he was looking across the room, at the niche of the farthest window.
No-he thought through the early dusk of autumn evenings, looking out the window of his office-no, he was not indifferent to his mills; but the feeling which had once been passion for a living entity was now like the wistful tenderness one feels for the memory of the loved and dead.
After a long silence, she asked simply, almost wistfully, "What is it that you’re all doing here?
I don’t blame you," she said; she looked at him with a tinge of wistfulness that was almost envy.
I’ll be the first one to go down the drain when he wins…… It’s only"-he glanced wistfully up at the ceiling-"it’s only that he’s a man who talks straight."
The look on Cherryl’s face was an odd, wistful longing, as if, seeing Dagny from a great distance, she were straining and failing to come closer, "I wish I could wish to fight," she said softly, "but I don’t.
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Sitting in her wheelchair, she looked wistfully at the dancers.