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Of course he was bathed, and in clean clothing to start with, but he had washed and brushed some more, until he shone. His cheeks were as smooth and as clear pink as any girl's, his eyes blue-gray and big, with long lashes and heavy brows. His hair was bright brown and wavy, and he was so big and broad. He never had been sick a day in his life, and he didn't look as if he ever would be.
For answer, Cameron threw back the leaf of the counter that barred his way, and started up the long room, past the staring clerks, to the desk next the door. "I wish to see Mr. Fleming, Sir," he said, his voice trembling slightly, his face pale, his blue-gray eyes ablaze. The man at the desk looked up from his work.
By this time he had reached the east end of the great studio room, farthest from the river. Here a tea table was spread with a silver tea service, and behind it a girl, oval-faced, radiantly healthy, her full lips parted in a ripe smile, her blue-gray eyes talking pleasure and satisfaction, her forehead laid about by a silver filigree band, beneath which her brown chestnut curls protruded.
Back in Administration shack, Kielland sprayed his throat with Piper Fortified Bio-Static and took two tetracycline capsules from his samples case as he stared gloomily down at the little gob of blue-gray mud on the desk before him. The Venusian bonanza, the sole object of the multi-million-dollar Piper Venusian Installation, didn't look like much. It ran in veins deep beneath the surface.
I am going to take all three of you in charge, giving the dependable young person a well-earned holiday a little journey in which she won't have to chaffer with the transit people. Have you chosen your route to the western somewhere?" Miss Brentwood had the fair, transparent skin that tells tales, and the blue-gray eyes were apt to confirm them.
Her face, with a look of listening, turned toward the door. The young man who entered nodded carelessly as he threw back the blue-gray cloak that hung about his shoulders and advanced into the room. She regarded the action coldly. "I have been waiting, Albrecht." She spoke the words slowly. "Where have you been?" "I see." He untied the silken strings of the cloak and tossed it from him.
He had the face and beard which I associate with an Assyrian bull; the former florid, the latter so black as almost to have a suspicion of blue, spade-shaped and rippling down over his chest. The hair was peculiar, plastered down in front in a long, curving wisp over his massive forehead. The eyes were blue-gray under great black tufts, very clear, very critical, and very masterful.
From under the brim of her soft white hat her blue-gray eyes were fixed intently on the shore, which was miles away. But watching her I saw she knew that all the time I was saying desperately, "I want you." I knew she did not want me to say anything like that out loud, and I felt myself that I had no right not until I had done so much more in my writing. But I kept circling around it.
But there is scarcely a chimney in this old part of Whitby that does not contribute to the mist of blue-gray smoke that slowly drifts up the face of the cliff, and thus, when there is no bright sunshine, colour and detail are subdued in the haze.
She was twenty-four, tall and trim, with friendly blue-gray eyes and a wit that had been sharpened by adversity. It cannot be denied that Mrs. Bassett and Marian found Harwood a convenient reed upon which to lean. Mrs. Bassett, scorning the doctors of Fraserville, had now found a nerve specialist at the capital who understood her troubles perfectly.
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