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He turned upon his heel and left the orchid-house, and as soon as he was gone the new head-gardener stood watching him till he was out of hearing, and then, doubling up his fist, he struck out from the shoulder at one of the offending pots standing at a corner a lovely mauve-tinted cattleya in full blossom and sent it flying to shivers upon the floor.
Roddy's beautiful face was bleached and sharpened; the sallow, mauve-tinted skin stretched close over the bone; but below the edge of his cap you could see the fine spring of his head from his neck, like the spring of Mark's head. They were in April now. He was getting better. He could walk up the lower slopes of Karva without panting. "Why are we ever out?" he said. "Supposing we went home?"
Yet what pain, what agony it would be if by chance I had come across this shoe and held it in my hand as now, and there was no violet night to follow, no white arms going to be stretched out through its deep mauve-tinted shadows! I was still sitting with the shoe in my hand when Viola reappeared, her arms full of lilac. "I went down to the garden to get some of this," she said.
With the almost sudden change of landscape woods, winding rivers, and hayfields in which peasants are getting in their autumn crop, literally mauve-tinted from the profusion of autumn crocuses we encounter sharp contrasts, the events of 1870-1 changing the French frontier, necessitating the transformation we now behold once quiet, old-world towns now wearing the aspect of a vast camp, everywhere to be seen military defences on a wholly inconceivable scale.
He was scarcely conscious that she was so miserable. He took the first letter off the file. It was mauve-tinted, and had purple and green thistles. William sniffed the page. "Nice scent! Smell." And he thrust the sheet under Paul's nose. "Um!" said Paul, breathing in. "What d'you call it? Smell, mother." His mother ducked her small, fine nose down to the paper.
The Indian wore the mauve-tinted, gaudily embroidered dress shirt of his tribe, but as a concession to civilization he had donned a pair of overalls so much too large for him that the belt was high round his strapping chest. "What name did she call you by, Willy?" asked the engineer. "Me Willy Tiger." "Tiger doesn't fit you, Willy."
It was a day of fluffy mauve-tinted clouds that moved across the sky, sometimes darkening to deep blue where a small rainstorm trailed across the hills, sometimes brightening to moments of clear sunlight that gave blue shadows to the poplars and shone yellow on the smoke of the engine that puffed on painfully at the head of the long train. "Funny, ain't it?
Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.
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