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I just know that's Fraulein." Fraulein it was. "You were not in the study hall, Miss Ashe," she said, craning her neck to see into the room. Blue Bonnet stepped outside and closed the door. "No, I wasn't. I was engaged." "You were excused?" "No I was not." "Then I shall haf to report to Miss North." The color came into Blue Bonnet's cheeks and her eyes flashed. "Do," she said.
She liked to see the vehicles begin to crowd one another in the streets and the pedestrians on the pavement wear a brisker air. She liked to see the shop-windows brighten with color and the great public gathering-spots let in and let out their throngs.
"Jacqueline will not get here until July. I told you she was coming home to live. You don't suppose I'd leave my mother before Jacqueline comes home?" "Then when?" "In October, perhaps." Slowly the color crept to her temples. "It is so beautiful here in October. There isn't a month in all the year it will not hurt to leave." Sudden tears were in her eyes.
What a beauty she is! Such color in her cheeks! It was like the apricots when the sun was on them. Such shining black hair so wonderfully braided and coiled! Such sparkling, flashing black eyes! Such a tall, splendid figure! Such a rosy mouth! It seemed as if it was made for smiles and kisses." "And she walks like a queen, mother!" "She does that." "And she is so bright and independent!"
Miss Peckham, with flashing black eyes and more color in her face than usual, had drawn herself up commandingly in the middle of the kitchen floor and was staring at Mr. Day angrily. "There's that gal!" exclaimed the spinster. "She's the one to blame." "I assure you to the contrary, Janice was doing her best to hide Mrs. Watkins' shortcomings from me," said Mr. Day, smiling warmly at his daughter.
Sea and sky were one glory of warmth and color this sunny November morning in 1565, and there were signs of unusual activity in the Campo San Rocco before the great church of Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, which, if only brick without, was all glorious within, "in raiment of needlework" and "wrought gold."
Part of one wall was a board on which small lights flashed and died, to flash again in winks of bright color. A mysterious object made of wire and disks hung across the back of a chair standing near-by. The bound man lurched for the chair and fell, rolling toward the wall. Ross pushed him on until he was hidden behind one of the metal boxes.
On Long Street, within sight of my window just where the street gets into its most tangled traffic there has hung for many years the painted signboard of a veterinary surgeon. Its artist was in the first flourish of youth. Old age had not yet chilled him when he mixed his gaudy colors. The surgeon's name is set up in modest letters, but the horse below flames with color. What a flaring nostril!
Winn nodded gravely, but he didn't seem to take the same comfort in it that Claire did. He only said: "I dare say we could manage something. But you feel all right, don't you?" Claire laughed until something in his grave eyes hurt her behind her laughter. The sky changed from saffron to dead blue and then to startling rose color. Flame after flame licked the Bernina heights.
Laverick was broad-shouldered, his skin was tanned a wholesome color, his bearing was the bearing of a man prepared to defend himself at any time. The constable smiled in a non-committal manner. "If you'll excuse my saying so, sir," he remarked, "I don't think this is exactly the spot any one would choose for an assault."
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