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He had never heard her whine, had never seen her falter save from sheer physical weariness. "We'll win through, Yellow-hair," he said, looking steadily into her clear brown-gold eyes. "Of course. You are so wonderful, Kay." "That is the most wonderful thing in the world, Evelyn to hear you tell me such a thing!" "Don't you know I think so?" "I can't believe it after what you know of me " "Kay!"
In vain Jessie Carrick, Cecile, and their mother camped around Shiela's bed after the tray was removed, and Shiela's flushed face, innocent as usual of sunburn, lay among the pillows, framed by the brown-gold lustre of her hair. "We had such a good time, mother; Mr. Hamil shot a turkey," she said sleepily. "Mr. Hamil Mr.
There is no weakening, no slackening, no drop. One can put one's hand around these brown-gold blocks.
Isn't she lovely! I know of nothing so beautiful. There is such a queenly, womanly, self-poised simplicity about her." Oliver thought so too, and said so with his eyes, only it was of a face framed in brown-gold that he was thinking and not of one of white plaster. He was touched too by the delicate way in which she had commended his drawings.
Captain Hibbert twisted his brown-gold moustache, and, with the critical gaze of the connoisseur, examined the undulating lines of the arms, the delicate waist, and the sloping hips: her skirts seemed to fall before his looks. Immediately after, the roaring of a gong was heard, and the form of the stately butler was seen approaching. Lord Dungory and Lady Jane exchanged looks.
Maryllia threw off her hat as she seated herself at the head of the table, ruffling her hair with the action into prettier waves of brown-gold. Her cheeks were softly flushed, her blue eyes radiant. "You are a better parishioner than I am, Mr. Adderley!" she said "I have not been to church once since I came home. I never go to church." "Naturally! I quite understand!
All that is left of me is a body, and the power still to suffer, and for the rest, only a great emptiness, and a greater pain." Kathryn had fainted, when she received that letter. Then fever had come, and with it, delirium. Which was merciful. For weeks she lay closer to death than to life.... Now she was better; and yet far from well. Violet eyes were sad dull. Brown-gold flesh was pallid.
Brown-gold hair grows thick about the angel's neck; the shadowed profile is outlined against the hard, sad sky; the expression of the face is deep and sphinx-like; he has come, it is clear, from vast realms of light, where uncertainty and doubt are unknown. The Dove passes by him towards the Virgin.
She had funked the sharp corners of life, that other, in a way in which this girl with the clear, brown-gold eyes that met the World so squarely would never funk them. Before he could formulate any answer there came the sound of the house-door opening and closing. He rose hastily from his chair. "Ah! That must be your brother!" he exclaimed, a note of what sounded almost like relief in his voice.
I felt sure that she would have been kind to Sir Marcus if at that moment he could have appeared from behind the picturesque group of bead-necklace sellers, or emerged from one of the huge bright-coloured baskets exposed for sale on a hill of brown-gold sand.
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