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I understand there's one Titian-haired young lady who, by the way, has at least one husband who hasn't yet been divorced who is a sort of ringleader, though she rarely goes personally to her brokers' offices. She's one of those uptown plungers, and the story is that she has a whole string of scalps of alleged Sunday-school superintendents at her belt.

Again my hopes rose that we had found either the mysterious Marie Margot or Betty Blackwell. A second glance caused us all to pause in surprise and disappointment. It was the Titian-haired girl from the Montmartre office.

Sewing machines, pianos, and fiddles grow intimate with the people who use them, and they come to express those particular people and the ways in which they are different from others. A Titian-haired typewriter girl makes her machine move differently every day from a blue-eyed one. Typewriters never like to have their people take the liberty of lending them.

Even the Titian-haired setter recognized the imperial nature of the woodcock, and was all emotion about the willow-clumps. Of course, from one point of view it is absurd, to thus depart from a simple story upon the killing or the cooking or the flavor of a bird.

I understand there's one Titian-haired young lady who, by the way, has at least one husband who hasn't yet been divorced who is a sort of ringleader, though she rarely goes personally to her brokers' office. She's one of those uptown plungers, and the story is that she has a whole string of scalps of alleged Sunday-school superintendents at her belt.

They laughed at her brogue and teased and tormented her for her absolute lack of knowledge. Peg put up with that just as long as she could. Then one day she opened out on them and astonished them. They could not have been more amazed had a bomb exploded in their midst. The little, timid-looking, open-eyed, Titian-haired girl was a veritable virago.

It's your best point, and yet you hide it under a bushel and, worse than that, you braid it so tight I verily believe it's wired." "I'm used to bein' teased about my red head," she replied. "I don't keer." "It's a glorious red, Amarilly. The color the vulgar jeer at, and artists like your friend and twin, Derry, rave over. You're what is called 'Titian-haired," "Are you makin' fun, Mr.

We know that it is in some way that that place and some of the people who frequent it are connected with the disappearance of Betty Blackwell." "In other words," supplied Clare, "we are going to get at the truth through that Titian-haired stenographer." "Exactly." Clare had risen to go.

Long before Ariosto's marriage, however, in the days of his youth and before he had ever set eyes upon the Titian-haired Alessandra, he fell captive to the charms of Ginevra Lapi, a young girl of Florentine family, who lived at or near Mantua.

"O you Titian-haired star!" cried Hippy, clasping his hands in mock admiration. "You are the rarest jewel in the casket. Words fail to express my feelings. "'O joy, O bliss, O rapture! Let happiness now hap! I am a sea of gurgling glee, with ecstacy on tap."