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The King was particularly struck with the appearance of the commander of this troop, a man gallantly mounted, with a velvet montero on his head, a new buff- coat, and a crimson silk scarf round his waist, who, as the King passed at an easy pace, saluted him splendidly "alia soldado" and received a gracious bow in return. Inquiring of Mr.
The cherries looked like the red kisses of her bright lips; the silky peaches were not more delicate than her neck; to the plums she seemed to have lent the skin from her brow and chin; while some of her own crimson blood coursed through the veins of the currants.
Chick was in the middle of a procession, the Rhamdas marching before and the crimson guard bringing up the rear. A special guard: the inner one, Rhamdas, the outer one of crimson surrounding them all. The car started. There was no trace of friction; it was noiseless, automatic. Chick could only conjecture as to its mechanism.
"Though we fail, indeed, You I a score of such weak workers He Fails never. If he cannot work by us, He will work over us." A sudden footstep roused the young dreamer, and her startled gaze rested upon a form before her. A faint dash of crimson kindled the pallid coldness of the pure face.
Here and there from this green ground rose pure white stars edged with a line of gold, and from their throats came crimson anthers but no pistils.
Within three minutes they had cleared a little place on the table, and the lamp of crimson satin was so bulging with books that it was near breaking. "Silly game, basket-ball," she cried scornfully as a book left her hand. "High-school girls play it in hideous bloomers." "Idiotic," he agreed. She paused in the act of tossing a book, and replaced it suddenly in its position on the table.
Upon these circus pictures there figured, in a series of many wonderful harlequin attitudes, a certain Signor Lambetti. Very foreign was the curl of his hair and the waxen ends of his moustache; very magnificent was his physique; he wore the finest of silken tights and crimson small clothes, and medals were depicted hanging upon his breast.
"Hello, little fellow," squeaked the funny little voice. No, it was not Jack Frost. It was a dwarf, all dressed in a crimson velvet gown, with a gold crown on her head. The top of the crown wasn't even as high as the giant's knee. My, but she was little! Marmaduke was just going to say, "Little, huh! I'm as big as you are!" But he didn't.
The woman said the words eagerly, with sudden and intense fire and passion; her whole soul was in them her dying hands hurt the girl with the firmness of their grip. "Bet, Bet you hain't spoke you hain't spoke!" "No, no, mother I can't not them words no, mother." Bet sat down again by the side of the bed; her face was buried in the crimson counterpane; a dry moan or two escaped her lips.
"Let me light your fire for you," he answered, and extracting a parlor-match from his pocket, safety-matches were his bugbear, he stooped, and put the flame to the fire. As he did so he understood that it was not the mere forgetfulness of a servant that had left it unlighted, but probably a deliberate economy, and he rose crimson and unhappy.
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