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Beyond, in a big hammock dyed with the symbolic scarlet and black and tasseled with many squirrel tails, sat a fat, small-eyed, heavy-jawed man whose elaborate feather dress and authoritative air proclaimed him chief. Beside him stood Rana and another subchief, lean and somber-faced. Behind this bulwark of tribal might huddled the women and children, staring wide-eyed.
If she kept her secret, if he did not penetrate her disguise as she had penetrated his, if she were Gypsy Nan and Danglar's wife to him, her threat would be valid enough, and and he would be at her mercy! A flush, half shamed, half angry, dyed the grime that was part of Gypsy Nan's disguise upon her face. What was she saying to herself? What was she thinking? That he did not know she loved him!
If I had only known " he choked. "Kid, what a fool I've been, never to think that this might come! I can't believe it." "It's true," she smiled, and her cheeks were still dyed with that virginal flush. "Perhaps that's why I've changed toward you something HAS happened, Bob, and you mustn't leave me now. I couldn't bear to do without you."
It was quite a sight the next morning to see the people coming in from the neighboring towns, and to note their odd dresses, which were indeed of all kinds, from silks and velvets to coarsest homespun woollens, dyed with hemlock, or oil-nut bark, and fitting so ill that, if they had all cast their clothes into a heap, and then each snatched up whatsoever coat or gown came to hand, they could not have suited worse.
'Where did he come to you? 'At the dining-room door. I could not have held it much longer. Then he told me to go to you. And I tried to. But I only just managed to get to that chair in the library. 'Mr. Manisty found you quite unconscious. A sudden red dyed Lucy's cheek. 'Mr. Manisty! was he there? I hoped he knew nothing about it. I only saw you. Eleanor's thought drew certain inferences.
Rough, tousled hair, an unkempt moustache, and a day's growth of beard on the chin were details warranted to stand inspection. Heldon Foyle rarely used a disguise, but when he did he was careful that nothing should get out of order. Hair and moustache were his own, dyed and brushed cunningly.
Had my faded gray dress dyed black, and trimmed the jacket with pieces of my moth-eaten cock's-feather boa; perfectly elegant, almost too gorgeous for my humble circumstances. Mamma looks at me sadly when I don these ancient garments, and almost wishes I had n't such "a wealthy look."
Both were guiltless towards the crown; while the hands of one, on the contrary, were deeply dyed in the blood of the people.
Francisco's heart was softened; if not repentance, there was at least contrition. "Indeed I pity you," replied Francisco. "You must do more, Francisco; you must be friends with me," said Cain, again extending his hand. "I cannot take that hand, it is too deeply dyed in blood," replied Francisco. "Well, well, so would have said your mother.
The remainder of that brave tribe is now dwelling on the west borders of Ioway, but their wrongs are too deeply dyed with their own blood to be forgotten even by generations, and their cause is ready to be espoused by every tribe, even those who have been their hereditary enemies; for what is, after all, their history but the history of almost every Indian nation transplanted on the other side of the Mississippi?
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