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They made a contrast, these two men, the colonel of the Grays, swart and sturdy, his physical vitality so evident, and the captain of the Browns, some seven or eight years the junior, bareheaded, in dishevelled fatigue uniform, his lips twitching, his slender body quivering with the pain that he could not control, while his rather bold forehead and delicate, sensitive features suggested a man of nerve and nerves who might have left experiments in a laboratory for an adventure in the air.
It shall be Effie's, and she'll look like a rose-bud in it, with her yellow locks floating." "Yes," said I. "You'll not be wanting such bright things now, child; you'll best wear grays, and white, and black." "Indeed, then, I sha'n't," I said. "If I'm no longer lovely myself, I'll be decked out in braw clothes, that I may please the eye one way or another."
Hopkins, who could not go out of his own house without being insulted, or without fearing to be insulted, prepared to quit the country. "But before I go," said he, "I shall have the pleasure and triumph, at least, of making Mr. Molyneux lose his election." The Grays feared Mr. Molyneux would indeed be a sufferer for the generous protection he had afforded them in their distress.
And this was the more unexpected because of the grace of curve and line, fold upon fold, with no sharp angles, but as full of charm of contour as their grays and olives were harmonious in color. Photographs showed a little of this; sketches revealed more; but the great splendid things themselves, devoid of similes and human imagination, were soul-satisfying in their simplicity.
Linnet looked like a veritable linnet in her brown suit with the crimson plume in her brown hat; I believe the girl affects grays and brown with a dash of crimson, because they remind her of a linnet, and she is like a linnet in her low, sweet voice, not strong, but clear. She will be a lovely, symmetrical woman when she comes out of the fire purified.
There, within hearing of the soldiers, the dialogue that followed was low-toned, and it was swift and palpitant with repressed emotion. "Mr. Feller, I saw you at the automatic. I heard what the wounded private of the Grays said to you and realized how true it was." "He is a prisoner. He cannot tell." "Does he need to?
They were to spend the next three weeks South, and then return for Trixy's wedding at Christmas. Christmas came; merry Christmas, sparkling with snow and sunshine, as Christmas ever should sparkle, and bringing that gallant ex-officer of Scotch Grays, Captain Angus Hammond captain no longer plain Mr.
"'Dear Poll I'm starting behind the grays for London, on my way, as you know ere this, to be knighted by her Majesty. I send this ahead by Gregory on Bess she being fast enow for my purpose which is to get thee straight out of the grip of that' " Phoebe hesitated. "He uses a bad word there," she said, in a low tone. "I'll go on and leave that out." "Yes, do," said Droop.
She watched him leap the garden wall as lightly as he had come and gallop away, an impersonation of the gay, adventurous spirit of war, counting death and wounds and hardship as the delights of the gamble. Yes, he would follow the Grays, throwing shells in the irresponsible joy of tossing confetti in a carnival. Pursuit! Was Feller's the sentiment of the army?
"Why, of course the Grays are down on you heavy, and all your friends and mine know it," continued Tom. "You know it, don't you?" "There, now!" exclaimed the captain, rearranging his collar and picking up his reins again. "I never once thought of blaming it on that there Marcy."
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