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It was Erik, her fellow outcast, to whom she wanted to run for sanctuary. Through her storm she was, to the eye, sitting quietly with her fingers between the pages of a baby-blue book on home-dressmaking. But her dismay at Mrs. Westlake's treachery had risen to active dread. What had the woman said of her and Erik? What did she know? What had she seen? Who else would join in the baying hunt?
In a moment she caught sight of Senor Johnson and took two steps toward him, then stopped. The Senor at once came forward. "You're Mr. Johnson, ain't you?" she inquired, thrusting her little pointed chin forward, and so elevating her baby-blue eyes to his. "Yes, ma'am," he acknowledged formally. Then, after a moment's pause: "I hope you're well." "Yes, thank you."
She's tall and blonde and a great athlete: baby-blue eyes and general rosebud effect." "Nothing of that sort on the train, so far as I saw," said the agent. "Did you see any couple that looked lovey-dovey?" "No." "Then, there's another tip that connects her up with Carter Holmesley. Know about him?" "I've seen his name."
His gun shook in his left hand like a aspen, while the spangled gun in his right hand dropped its muzzle towards earth and there was scarcely strength enough in his nerveless fingers to have pulled a hair-trigger. Pete’s great baby-blue eyes turned helplessly to me; but it was now my innings, and with a cheery voice I cried,
Nevertheless, our stranger had no compunction in awaking her. She opened her baby-blue eyes, and stared up with astonishment and confusion. "Forgive me, pretty one, for awaking you," he said. "I'm dying with hunger, and the scent of milk makes breakfast seem more desirable than ever."
The Happy Family snickered appreciatively; this was more like the Andy Green with whom they were accustomed to deal. "What's daughter doin', about now?" asked Cal Emmett, fixing his round, baby-blue stare upon Andy. "Daughter? Why, daughter's leaning over the gate telling him she wouldn't never LOOK at one of them wild cowboys the idea!
One would certainly not have detected from their greeting and outward manner anything more than that they were well acquainted. But they were an interesting study, two quite opposite types. Madeline, with her baby-blue eyes, was of the type that craved admiration. Mina's black eyes flashed now and then imperiously, as though she sought to compel what the other sought to win.
"I'd love to see him git out an' try to use it, by cripes!" "I wish Andy was here," Pink sighed. "Andy'd take the starch outa him, all right." "Wouldn't he be pickings for old Andy, though? Gee!" Cal looked around at them, with his wide, baby-blue eyes, and laughed. "Let's kinda jolly him along, boys, till Andy gets back. It sure would be great to watch 'em.
In her fresh frilled dimity and soft sash of baby-blue Surah, her rolled white socks disclosing but a few tantalizing inches of seashell-pink calf, Warble stood, eyes cast down, a pretty, foolish thing, As soft as young, As gay as soft, and, to a man, the male population of Butterfly Center fell for her. Not so the remainder of the citizens.
A mighty loathing filled up her veins in place of strength. "Tell me," she said, "was was this man living with you when he came to me and and made speeches about love?" "Bah! He was living with me. I tell you, he came back and laughed with me about it, and told me about your baby-blue eyes when they filled with tears; laughed and laughed and laughed, I tell you, as I could laugh now."
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