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The boat passed, the 'Hirondelle', emerging from an arch of the Alma Bridge, and carrying humble travellers toward Grenelle and Billancourt. She followed it with her eyes, then let the curtain fall, and, seating herself under the flowers, took a book from the table. On the straw-colored linen cover shone the title in gold: 'Yseult la Blonde', by Vivian Bell.
I liked to dream of a blonde goddess in her own Venusberg one day, and the next I would be off over the mountains with an armed Brunhild." "You had little thought of children?" "As a young man?" "Yes." "None at all. I cannot recall a single philoprogenitive moment.
And frowning in perplexity, "But if they are sisters," she went on, "why is only one in mourning?" She looked at the younger of the two, who was simply dressed in black; and then at the blonde, whose sable cloak put back from her shoulders revealed a stylish travelling suit. "And why is one rich and the other poor?"
Brusque though his words might be, his merry laugh removed any disagreeable impression. As to the citizens, one of them was small in stature and wore a black beard, his most noticeable feature being his large nose so large that you could scarcely believe that it was all his own. The other was a young blonde, apparently a recent arrival in the country.
If she wasn't a blonde, I'd go back and buy her two hats for suggesting it as she did. "'Rather good looking too, I remarked. "'Oh, well, that's a matter of taste. I like people with red blood in them. Now if you was to saw her arm off, it wouldn't bleed; just a little white water might ooze out, possibly.
He expired on Friday, the 4th of May, 1714, at four o'clock in the morning, in his twenty-eighth year, having been born at Versailles, the last day of August, 1686. M. le Duc de Berry was of ordinary height, rather fat, of a beautiful blonde complexion, with a fresh, handsome face, indicating excellent health.
Observe the long cicatrice on the ball of the thumb? I'll take this down and photograph it." "Tall, strong, blonde, scar on the thumb!" laughed Jack. "We are getting on." "It would be interesting to know how he got into the house," Ned mused. "If we could only catch him and shut his mouth," Jack muttered, "we wouldn't have such a rotten bad time in the mountains."
He was blonde and military and good-looking; he brought his bearing and manner from the Court at Berlin, and the click of his heels as he brought them smartly together, when he made his perfect automatic bow, was one of the things Robin knew she was reasonless in feeling she detested in him.
Family grievances thus duly recorded and lamented, Lady Chillingly returned to her guests. Evidently unconscious of her husband's designs on Cecilia, she dismissed her briefly: "A very handsome young lady, though rather too blonde for her taste, and certainly with an air distingue." Lastly, she enlarged on the extreme pleasure she felt on meeting again the friend of her youth, Lady Glenalvon.
"She is the blonde. Well, let to-morrow night be as it may; let's you and I call up the Nancy girl now and tell her that we're going batting together; she won't care." "I don't like doing that," Caroline said; "it's a nice night for a bat, though." "I walked down Murray Hill and saw the sun set in a nice pinky gold setting," Billy said artfully.