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Updated: June 15, 2025
But up above, shone morning light upon fresh snow, and steep torrent-cloven slopes reddening with a hundred fading plants; now and then it caught the grey-green icicles that hung from cliffs where summer streams had dripped.
He set off with a spring, and in a moment was flying through the air, almost out of the door of the shed, the upper half of which was open, showing outside the drizzling rain, the filthy yard, the cattle standing disconsolate against the black cartshed, and at the back of all the grey-green wall of the wood. She stood below in her crimson tam-o'-shanter and watched.
We got 'em!" he squealed. The grey-green flood paused a fraction of a minute and drew itself into shape, coming to rest before Bayley. Verschoyle saluted. "Vee, Vee," said Bayley. "Give me back my legions. Well, I hope you're proud of yourself?" "The little beasts were ready for us. Deuced well posted too," Verschoyle replied. "I wish you'd seen that first attack on our flank. Rather impressive.
On the Sunday afternoon she stood at her bedroom window, looking across at the oak-trees of the wood, in whose branches a twilight was tangled, below the bright sky of the afternoon. Grey-green rosettes of honeysuckle leaves hung before the window, some already, she fancied, showing bud. It was spring, which she loved and dreaded. Hearing the clack of the gate she stood in suspense.
But after this monster, with its tangle of tubes and pipes, had been duly christened, and its huge grey-green body had slid majestically into the water, it suddenly became a ship. It swam in its element as though born to it as though it had never known another. For the first time I trod the tiny deck and mounted the turret to the navigation platform.
He was silent for a minute or two, watching her with a grave tenderness in his eyes. By and by he spoke, gently "Come and stroll about a bit with me through the orchard, it will cheer you to see the apples hanging in such rosy clusters among the grey-green leaves. Nothing prettier in all the world, I think! and they are just ripening enough to be fragrant. Come, dear!
He started.... Before him in a light, grey-green barege dress, in a white tulle hat, and suede gloves, stood Maria Nikolaevna, fresh and rosy as a summer morning, though the languor of sound unbroken sleep had not yet quite vanished from her movements and her eyes. 'Good-morning, she said. 'I sent after you to-day, but you'd already gone out.
"Well, you come down town with me. I want to introjuce you to somebody." "Great!" "Say, Sarge, have they sent that appointment in yet?" "No, they haven't, Fuselli," said the top sergeant. "It's all made out," he added encouragingly. They walked towards the town silently. The evening was silvery- violet. The few windows in the old grey-green houses that were lighted shone orange.
And he withdrew the foot and was off through the darkness under the elms. Phoebe was left with her awakened heart-beats. Harvest had all been gathered in at Cloom, the threshing was over, the grain lay in heaps, grey-green and golden, in the barn, or had been sold and taken away, and the first tang of early autumn was in the air.
The floor was covered with grey-green drugget, and near the fireplace, drawn in front of the window, was a large oak table covered with papers of various kinds. Against the end wall there was a bookcase, and there were shelves filled with books. There were two arm-chairs, a piano, and some prints of Blake's illustrations to Dante on the wall.
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