THE MOOD
A sparkle returned to the lack-lustre eyes and the soul seemed expand as if someone had had got to work on it with a bicycle pump.
RE-ENTRY
He ran for cover at the arrival of his bête-noire. And, presently, the door opened and his head emerged cautiously like that of a snail taking a look around after a thunder storm.
BAD LUCK
It was one of those days when, as my luck runs foul, the horse that I bet on decides to sit down in the middle of the race and take rest.
CHEERED
Earlier, he looked like a sheep with a secret sorrow and now, with positive turn of events, he is beaming like a searchlight.
SHOCKED
He was shell-shocked and his appearance was now rather like one who, picking daisies on the railway track, has just caught the down express in the small of his back.
THE EFFECT
The effect he had on me whenever he appeared was to make me want to slide into the cellar and lie low till they blew the all-clear.
