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He did not look at them, nor return their greeting, a circumstance which did not surprise, for he was evidently seriously hurt. Above the left eyebrow was a wound a deep gash from which the blood flowed, covering the whole left side of the face and neck and saturating his light-gray shirt.
I would liefer the stout earl were going to France with bows and bills than sarcenets and satins. What will become of our trade with Flanders, answer me that, Master Stokton? The House of York is a good House, and the king is a good king, but trade is trade. Every man must draw water to his own mill." "Hush, Master Heyford!" said a small lean man in a light-gray surcoat.
Do not imagine his sickly aspect to have been of the yellow, black-haired sort: he had a pale blond skin, thin gray-besprinkled brown hair, light-gray eyes, and a large forehead.
He was two or three inches shorter than Harding, and much stouter, displaying a well-rounded leg through the folds of his loose pants of light-gray Melton cloth, and being quite well aware of that advantage of person.
Her commanding figure was finely robed in dark colors; her profuse light hair hung over her forehead in little clusters of ringlets; her features, firmly but not delicately shaped, were on a large scale. No outward betrayal of the wife's emotion rewarded the public curiosity: her bold light-gray eyes sustained the general gaze without flinching.
His eyes were by no means so sinister as the rest of his visage, being of a light-gray color and exceedingly vivacious even good-natured in the merry restlessness of their glance albeit they were well-nigh hidden beneath a black bush of overhanging eyebrows.
Her light-gray eyes dwelt on him in a way to magnetize a man, and she purred pretty nothings at his ear, in a soft tone she reserved for males. Her voice was clear, loud, and rather high-pitched whenever she spoke to a person of her own sex; a comely English blonde, with pale eyelashes; a keen, sensible girl, and not a downright wicked one; only born artful.
And now entered Archivarius Lindhorst, in his light-gray surtout, with hat and staff; he looked into the parchment on which Anselmus had been writing, took a large pinch of snuff, and said with a smile "Just as I thought! Well, Herr Anselmus, here is your speziesthaler; we will now to the Linke Bath; do but follow me!"
Then his thoughts flew after his departed Tuxedo and the gorgeous wing-toed pumps. "What'll I have to wear?" "It is to be a noon affair," reassured Mr. Chester. "Simple morning coat, you know, and light-gray tie." Quin's ideas concerning a morning coat were extremely vague, and the possibility of his procuring one vaguer still; but the occasion was too portentous to admit of hesitation. He and Mr.
Only a day or two before she had envied Robin the possession of sight a little keener than her own, but now she smiled to think that Percival Thorne would never have regretted injury to "those eyes of yours" had she owned Robin's light-gray orbs. Her transformation had begun. The knife was still a treasure, but she was ashamed of her delight in it.
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