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"What!" says I. "The one with the honey-colored hair and the bashful behavin' eyes?" Hartley nods and blushes. "Say, you are a fast worker when you get going, ain't you?" says I. "Picked a Cutie-Sweet right away from all that opposition. But I judge she's no heiress." "Edith is just as poor as I am," admits Hartley. "How about your old man?" I goes on. "What did Z. K. have to say when he heard!"
She had thick braids of honey-colored hair wound round her head; her brow was broad and calm, her gray eyes serene; she had a fresh and hearty color. Stephen Lorimer believed that she had a voice.
She took a hasty bath there was so much hot water that she was quite reconciled for a moment to being a check-booked and wolf hounded Mrs. Harrington and slid straight into bed without even stopping to braid her loosened, honey-colored hair. It seemed to her that she was barely asleep when there came an urgent knocking at her door.
Her honey-colored hair, glistening dull in the autumn sunshine, identified her even before he caught her characteristic walk graceful and fast enough, but a little languid, too. She was dressed in a plain tailor suit, a turban, low, heavy shoes. He slowed down the automobile to a crawl, that he might enter the park after her.
There was a great yellow stain on the little forehead, a welt rising and purpling through it. Even the honey-colored curls were stained with a great blotch of the vicious greeny yellow, one little eyelid swelling.
It may have seemed only comforting and natural to him, that swift childish kiss, and Phyllis's honey-colored, violet-scented hair brushing his face. Men take a great deal without question as their rightful due.
She said it cheerfully, but firmly, a sleepy, sunburned little nomad, sitting cross-legged in the sands, slowly plaiting her honey-colored hair. "Even this," she announced, indicating the slight gesture of braiding, "is agony." "It's the morning after," said Billy, testing his shoulder with wry grimaces. "It's yesterday's speed and then this infernally cold night. No wonder we're lame.
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