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He trembles, and does not take his eyes for a moment from the young man's face. "A fountain Indians?" he mutters, almost inarticulately. "Yes, yes!" says Verty, with dreamy eyes, and crouching, so to speak, Indian fashion, until his tangled chestnut curls half cover his cheeks "yes, yes! there again! why it is magic there! I see it all I remember it! I must have seen it!

A crystal buckle flashed at her waist; the sunshine caught the curls of auburn hair, the pink cheek, the white moving hand, the lace ruffles at her throat and wrist. The lithe, glittering figure stood thrown out against the heavy woods behind, the gold of the cornfield, the blues of the distance.

Ulrich answered the gate-keeper's insulting taunts indignantly and proudly, for he was no longer the yielding boy of former days, and the quarrel soon became serious. Just then a dainty little woman, neatly dressed for the evening promenade, with the mantilla on her curls, a pomegranate blossom in her hair, and another on her bosom, came out of the Alcazar.

But again Alexander declared that he did not know the names of the authors; that he had found one at the public baths, the second in a tavern, and the third at a hairdresser's shop. Caesar looked sadly at the youth's abundant brown curls which had been freshly oiled, and said: "Hair is like the other good gifts of life. It remains fine only with the healthy.

Joseph's, a trim little Gothic house covered with the oiled curls of an ampelopsis still undyed by autumn's henna. "You've chosen a bad day to come to lunch," said Monseigneur with a warning shake of the head. "It's Friday, you know. And it's hard to get decent fish away from the big towns."

It was too early to quit Paris, anyway. It was only the first day of spring! She came down into the gloomy pension reception-room looking as if she had already begun to assist Marie with the packing. Her hair had become loosened, and escaped in several places in black curls that gave her a distinctly girlish appearance.

No artist ever painted a more attractive picture than these two made stepping briskly across the wind-swept uplands; she with her sparkling dark eyes, her great mass of brown curls escaping from her hood, and John with his frank, ruddy face, and his fine, swinging, manly figure. Ursula's father, who had come here ailing, died at the cottage, and was buried in Enderley churchyard.

Lucina's white muslin fluttered around Jerome's knees, her curls floated across his breast. "Oh," murmured Lucina, confusedly, "this wind has come all of a sudden," and she stood apart from him. "You will take cold; we had better go in," said Jerome.

"Did you really mean that ... that you wouldn't finish the picture?" she said, after a long silence. I looked back at her; the pale transparency of her skin, the blue of the eyes, the bright curls of her hair in the glow of the electric lamp, looked wonderfully delicate, entrancing, and held my gaze. "I don't think I can. I have got to a point where I must get away from it and from you."

A little lady, all smiles and dimples, all curls and necklaces and gay clothing, extended two arms wide and clasped them round Kathleen's neck. "Ah, aunty!" said Kathleen, "this is good. And I ran away to see you. I did, darling; I did. I have got into the most awful scrape; nobody knows what will happen. See me without gloves and without a necktie.