greyish-pink

Updated: July 21, 2025

The late oleanders smelt very sweet; the moon was so full that one could distinguish the peculiar greyish-pink of the blossoms. "It is a lovely night!" said Goneril. "And a lovely place." "Yes." Then a bird sang. "You have been here just eight weeks," said the signorino. "I have been very happy." He did not speak for a minute or two, and then he said: "Would you like to live here always?"

Various - Tales from Many Sources: Vol. V