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In 1913 Anthony Patch's adjustment of himself to the universe was in process of consummation. Physically, he had improved since his undergraduate days he was still too thin but his shoulders had widened and his brunette face had lost the frightened look of his freshman year. He was secretly orderly and in person spick and span his friends declared that they had never seen his hair rumpled.
If thou enter the privy, thy colour changeth, and when thou comest out, thou addest ugliness to ugliness. Thou art a non- descript; neither black, that thou mayst be recognised, nor white, that thou mayst be described; and in thee there is no good quality, even as saith the poet, Quoth her master, 'Sit thee down; this much sufficeth; so she sat down and he signed to the brunette.
Everybody noticed it, for they stood for Night and Day, both hung with gold; the brunette Etruscan, and the blonde Asiatic; and every Frenchman present was epigramizing up and down the rooms like mad. 'Her husband 's Legitimist; he wouldn't be at the Tuileries? Beauchamp spoke half to himself. 'What, then, what? Palmet stared and chuckled.
Claudia herself was a brilliant brunette, but here was another brunette who eclipsed her in her own splendid style of beauty as an astral lamp outshines a candle. Cleopatra, Thais, Aspasia, or any other world-renowned siren who had governed kingdoms through kings' passions, might have been just such a woman as this sleeping Venus.
The Van must have been crossed out of her blood, for she was an out-and-out brunette, with hair and eyes black enough for a Mohawk's daughter. A fine style of woman, with very striking tints and outlines, an excellent match for the Lieutenant, except for one thing. She was marked by Nature for a widow.
"He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound." "There is Flora Billingsgate, the greatest coquette and hardest rider in the country," said my companion, Ralph Mortmain, as we stood upon Dingleby Common before the meet. I looked up and beheld Guy Heavystone bending haughtily over the saddle, as he addressed a beautiful brunette.
The next morning I sent a note, written in the same dainty hand as the first, and signed with the initials J. J., to the little brunette, sending it as before to the café where she had lodged, and twenty-four hours later the telegram from Boston came. In addition to my own letter, I had sent in the same envelope a copy of Miss O'Neil's, or as much of it as would help Mr.
From manner of greeting accorded Ogilvy by Bryce Cardigan, operative is of opinion they had not met before. Ogilvy remained in Cardigan's private office half an hour, spent another half-hour conversing with young lady in general office. Young lady a brunette. O. then returned to Hotel Sequoia, where he wrote several letters in writing-room. At 3 p. M. called to telephone. At 3:02 p.
Quickly he sealed the flap of the envelope again, and held it pressed against his fingers while he waited. "A letter for you, Sam." Cullison tore open the envelope and read the note. "A friend of mine has come to town and wants to see me," he explained. To help out his bluff, Curly sprang the feeble-minded jest on him. "Blonde or brunette?"
At the present time the members of the club had a serious fact to contemplate. A girl to fill the part of the "dark lady" in the garden must be found. As it was not a speaking part, the person filling the character must more particularly look as she was described in the play. "We want a type," said Mr. Mann. "Tall, graceful, brunette, and with queenly carriage.
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