Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 19, 2025
His hazel-brown eyes were still as bright and soft and deep as the sunniest pools of Leith Water. It was only when he opened his mouth for a tiny, pink cavern of a yawn that the points of his teeth could be seen to be wearing down; and his after-dinner nap was more prolonged than of old. At such times Mr.
EARS Small, thin to the touch, wide apart, set on at the highest points of the sides of the skull, so as to continue the outline across the summit, and lying flat and close to the cheeks when in repose. EYES Small, wide apart, divided by at least the space of two eyes. The stop between the eyes well marked, but not too abrupt. Colour hazel-brown, the darker the better, showing no haw.
Now Cousin Ruth was recovering softly from her fright and faintness; and the volley of the wind from galloping so had made her little ears quite pink, and shaken her locks all round her. Her hair was of a hazel-brown, and full of waving readiness; and with no concealment of the trick, she spread it over her eyes and face.
He held a pipe in his hand, and was looking at Hawtrey with quiet, contemplative eyes, that were his most noticeable feature, though it was difficult to say whether their color was gray or hazel-brown, for they were singularly clear, and there was something which suggested steadfastness in their unwavering gaze.
Now Cousin Ruth was recovering softly from her fright and faintness; and the volley of the wind from galloping so had made her little ears quite pink, and shaken her locks all round her. Her hair was of a hazel-brown, and full of waving readiness; and with no concealment of the trick, she spread it over her eyes and face.
There in the hushed aisles and glades they played with this new-found creature, played with him, fought for him, and would have loved him if he had been minded for such adventuring. Two in particular he marked as desiring his closer company the black-haired and bold was one, and the other was the sharp-faced and slim with eyes of a mouse and hazel-brown hair.
"If I can he'p you any, Miss Joyce," he said. Beneath dark and delicate brows she frowned at him. "Who are you?" "Dave Sanders my name is. I reckon you never heard tell of me. I punch cows for yore father." Her luminous, hazel-brown eyes steadied in his, read the honesty of his simple, boyish heart. "You heard what I said to that man?" "Part of it." "Well, it's true.
Braley was filling a large glass flask with hot water for her husband; and to Calvin's surprise a child with a quantity of straight pale-brown hair and wide-opened hazel-brown eyes was seated in the kitchen watching her. "How is Richmond?" he asked, his gaze straying involuntarily to the girl. "Kingdom Come's how he is," Lucy Braley replied.
He was short but strongly built, and his beard and mustache were the biggest things about him. She had taken all the possibility of beauty he possessed, his clear skin, his bright hazel-brown eyes, and wedded them to a certain quickness she got from her mother.
She kissed him willingly and studied him with wide-opened hazel-brown eyes. There wasn't another girl in Greenstream, in Virginia, with Hannah's fetching appearance, he decided with a glow of adoration. She had a a sort of beauty entirely her own; it was not exactly prettiness, but a quality far more disturbing, something a man could never forget. "She's done," he told her abruptly. "What?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking