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She is most conspicuous in the atmosphere in smoke "effects," in the "lurid," the "mystery"; such are the perfervid words. But let us take the natural and authentic light as our symbol of Cleopatra, her sprightly port, her infinite jest, her bluest vein, her variety, her laugh. "O Eastern star!"

She had the charm that is an inheritance of the South; the musical softness of speech, the daintiness of person, the warmth of heart; and although Blue Bonnet had it yet to learn a genius for friendship. In Annabel Jackson's veins flowed the bluest of Southern blood. Her grandfather the old General, known throughout the length and breadth of Tennessee was an aristocrat of the old school.

In which the Candy Man walks abroad in citizen's clothes, and is mistaken for a person of wealth and social importance. The Candy Man strolled along a park path. The October day was crisp, the sky the bluest blue, the sunny landscape glowing with autumn's fairest colours.

"But but my mother will be that " "My mother will be that all of that, and more," Lance stopped her, still exulting in her love. "All the Lorrigans what does it matter? Life's for you and me to live, you girl with the bluest eyes in the world. When will you marry me? To-day? Tell me to-day!" "Oh!" gasped Mary Hope, breathless still from the suddenness of it all.

There would have to be an end of it speedily, else men might name him worthless dog! Morning swam on the lake in her beautiful nakedness, a wedding of white and blue, of purest white and bluest blue. Alvan crossed the island bridges when the sun had sprung on his shivering fair prey, to make the young fresh Morning rosy, and was glittering along the smooth lake-waters.

Though of skilful resources, of impregnable resolution, Fran could be despondent to the bluest degree; and though competent at the clash, she often found herself purpling on the eve of the crisis. The moment had come to test her fighting qualities, yet she drooped despondently. Hamilton Gregory was coming through the gate. As he halted in surprise, the black shadow rose slowly, wearily.

The brilliant colors of the waters, transparent to a depth of over thirty feet, now purple, now of the bluest sky-blue, and now green, with the white crests of the waves flashing tinder a brilliant sun, the encircling ... palm-clad islands, the gaps between which were to the south undiscernible, the white sand shores and the whiter gaps where breakers appeared, and, lastly, the lagoon itself, seven or eight miles across from north to south, and five to six from east to west, presented a sight never to be forgotten.

"I should know it anywhere." "You've got wonderful eyes, ma'am," ses old Sam, choking with 'is pipe. "Anybody can see that," ses Ginger. "They're the largest and the bluest I've ever seen." Mrs. Finch told 'im not to talk nonsense, but both Sam and Peter Russet could see 'ow pleased she was. "Truth is truth," ses Ginger. "I'm a plain man, and I speak my mind."

"Of course," smiled Mrs. Wardlaw amiably. "So you think navy blue is what she would prefer?" "Yes, she likes blue, and it just matches her eyes. Hasn't she got the bluest eyes and the goldest hair? Just like Hope's and Allee's. A silk waist would be nice, too. She never had but one in her life." At this juncture a head was thrust through the hall door and an imperative voice called, "Mrs.

They were the bluest eyes that Babbacombe had ever seen. He accepted the curt acknowledgment with grave courtesy, and made a motion toward the car. "Will you get in? My name is Babbacombe. I am here to meet you, as no doubt you have been told. You had better wear this" opening out the coat he carried. But West remained motionless, facing him on the grey, deserted road.

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