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'Of course I have had other advertisements inserted in various papers, and have offered a reward, as you directed. 'Ah, she sighed again, 'we may hear from that. 'I doubt it, I replied. 'If he has been abducted, it is too soon for that, and then I turned the conversation by saying: 'I have some news from your friend, the brunette. 'My friend! Mr. Masters! 'Pardon me; your satellite, then.
The other boys thought this awfully interesting, and insisted on joining, and they made slates for themselves, and sat round the table, writing and thinking hard about the questions she had written on another slate and passed round. They were the most ordinary questions 'What was the colour of Mother's eyes? Which was taller, Father or Mother? Was Mother blonde or brunette?
George S. Withers, husband of the murdered woman. He was of the extreme brunette type, his hair blue-black, his black eyes keen and piercing and always on the move. Bristow got the impression in looking at him that all his features, the aquiline nose, the firm, compressed mouth, the large ears, were remarkably sharp-cut. The man's excitement was almost beyond his control.
After the meal was over, the old woman, who was a fairy, promised that their kindness should be rewarded, and immediately disappeared. Shortly after, the King came that way, with his brother and the Lord Admiral. They were all so struck with the beauty of the three Princesses, that the King married the youngest, Blondine, his brother married Brunette, and the Lord Admiral married Roussette.
He loved them all. Woman as woman was the joy of the earth. It was only the silly spectrum of civilisation that broke Woman up into primary colours black, yellow, brunette, blonde he damned civilisation. "To listen to you," said I, when he paused for breath, "one would think you were a devil of a fellow." "I am," he declared. "I'm a Universalist.
Much as I desire, it is not possible!" Every one looked up as the two girls stood for a moment in the doorway. Miss Shelby glanced around in a coldly indifferent way, holding up her broadcloth skirt that it might escape the ravellings and scraps scattered over the floor. She was a tall brunette as elegantly dressed as any figure in madame's latest Parisian fashion-plate.
Yesterday I had a talk with Lossing, as long as the doctor would permit, and I, on my part, took him quite into my confidence. He knows me for what I am; he knows what I am doing. I told him, after consulting you, the story of the letter of the brunette everything. Was I wrong? 'No, very slowly. 'And last I told him that I believed someone had played him a dastardly trick.
His aunt Lydia Mrs. Lydia Rhodes was a plump and vivacious little brunette of forty, with a gloss on her black hair and a sparkle in her black eyes. She still retained a good deal of the superabundant vitality of youth; in her own house, when the curtains were down and the company not too miscellaneous, she was sometimes equal to a break-down or a cake-walk.
"At present the young ladies of Mexico are rather ashamed of the habit." "We no smoke Mamma, yes," added the elder the brunette whose name was Guadalupe. "Ha! you speak English?" "Little Englis speak no good Englis," was the reply. "Who taught you English?" I inquired, prompted by a mysterious curiosity. "Un American us teach Don Emilio." "Ha! an American?"
A low broad brow, soft bright dark eyes, a rich brunette complexion, and red brown hair, so curly as to be gathered with difficulty into a knot at the back of her neck, were some of this girl's beauties which the eye could take in at a glance. A longer time was necessary to discern all the fine traits of character that were so artlessly expressed in turn by her speaking countenance.
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