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I was never much given to work, but I made a mental resolve that I, too, would set up a frame in one of the drawing-rooms at home, and had visions of yards of pale-blue satin, all covered with wonderful flowers and animals, unrolling themselves under my skilful fingers but I must confess that it remained a vision.
"No, I don't," said Lord Fulkeward, speaking more animatedly than was customary with him. "I hate, pale-blue eyes. I prefer soft violet-gray ones, like Miss Murray's." "Miss Helen Murray is a very charming young lady," said Dr. Dean. "But her beauty is quite of an ordinary type, while that of the Princess Ziska " "Is EXTRA-ordinary exactly! That's just what I say!" declared Courtney.
Along this open track the travellers held their way, heavily, for the drifts were deep; warily, for the hard winter had driven many packs of wolves down from the moors. The steps of the pilgrims were noiseless; but the sledges creaked over the dry snow, and the panting of the horses throbbed through the still, cold air. The pale-blue shadows on the western side of the road grew longer.
I'm just now trying to cultivate a sisterly feeling toward these good women for whom Jane Austen and Sir Roger de Coverley and the knitting of pale-blue tea cosies are all of life who like mild twilight with the children singing hymns at the piano and the husband coming home to find his slippers set up against the baseburner.
I kneeled down before her, and to her I said the prayers I had been taught the Paternoster, the Ave Maria, and the Credo. "Once at night I left my bed to visit her. The sickle of the moon was my light and showed me the goddess in a pale-blue cold light. I prostrated myself before her and kissed her cold feet, as I had seen our peasants do when they kissed the feet of the dead Savior.
To-night, however But I trust it will be all right. I don't want to make you nervous. I trust it will be all right." Lucy moved off and sat down before her books and pretended to read. By-and-by Irene, looking lovely in one of her prettiest pale-blue dresses, entered the room. Little Agnes was sipping her milk very slowly. Irene ran straight up to her.
From time to time a small, pale-blue cloud of steam whirled upward, and a gentle odour of burning charcoal tickled my nostrils. Before me on the table lay open Sallust's "Catilinarian Conspiracy!" But what did I care for Sallust? Yonder on the book shelf, laughing and alluring in its gorgeous cover stood the first novel that I ever read "The Adventures of Baron Muenchausen!"
The lettering is good, I must say. And there is even a painted background something I did not notice last night, boys. A pale-blue background, with white letters. Well, that is all right!" "We have got to pay toll, I suppose, Arietta," said Jim, with a twinkle in his eye. "I said a minute or two ago that I would pay it, if any was demanded," she retorted. "Just leave that part to me."
So, within half an hour, both myself and the car were utterly disguised, even to the identification-plates, both back and front. The police would be on the look-out for a pale-blue car, driven by a moustached young man in a leather-peaked motor-cap, while they would only see passing a dark-red car driven by its owner, a respectable-looking middle-aged man in a cloth golf-cap, gloves, and goggles.
In a pale-blue, lace-fretted dress over a pale-blue slip, made in what her mother called "Empire style," Josie would deliver herself of "Entertaining Big Sister's Beau" and other sophisticated classics with an incredible ease and absence of embarrassment. It wasn't a definite boldness in her.
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