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The double reflection cast a white light into the room, lifting out the blue and old-rose tints of the Ispahan rug. Cutty shifted the chrysoprase, irresolutely for him. A dozen problems, and it was mighty hard to decide which to tackle first. Principally there was Kitty. He had not seen her in four days, deeming it advisable for her not to call for the present.
Pace's fears that she might get herself up in "paint rags," was most artistically gowned in old-rose messaline. "It is more pleasure than I can express to meet the cousins of my Sara; also Mademoiselle Kean, of whom we have heard much from the respected Madame Pace," he added with a mischievous twinkle. "Heavens, how must I behave if Mrs. Pace has already given me a character?" exclaimed Judy.
I call it nothing short of a fairy tale." He pointed at his neckscarf. Coming near, Trudy bent over and gave way to a shrill scream. A handsome diamond pin reposed in the old-rose silk. "Where where did you get it?" she managed to articulate. "Beatrice really the result of the raffle for the children's charity. You remember we took tickets?
She wore the old-rose dressing-gown that Leonard had given Annie, and, with a little colour in her face, was quite young again. "But you look quite pretty in that," he said. "Yes; they make me so fine, I hardly know myself," she answered. But when she stood up to walk, the colour went. Paul helped her, half-carrying her. At the top of the stairs she was gone.
They demurred. They said they couldn't wait about while I put on clothes. I pointed out that sky-blue pajamas with old-rose frogs were not the costume in which the editor of a great New York weekly paper should be seen abroad in one of the world's greatest cities, but they assured me more by their manner than their words that my misgivings were groundless, so I yielded.
"Sonny, you've got a man's voice under your shirt these days. All right. Run down and give the new crew the once-over, and see if they have a wireless man among them." Sunset a scarlet horizon and an old-rose sea. For a little while longer the trio on the bridge could discern a diminishing black speck off to the southeast. The Wanderer was boring along a point north of east, Manila way.
It was a July evening, and they were quite alone on board the little steam yacht the "Thetis." She remembered it all very plainly. It had been so warm that she had not changed her dress after dinner she recalled that it was of Honiton lace over old-rose silk, and that Curtis had said it was the prettiest he had ever seen.
A simple evening frock of old-rose colour, dainty old gold slippers to keep her feet. Her skin was wonderfully white, her hair dark and brown. This was cut straight across her forehead in French fashion, and then brought down and away over the ears. Her face was towards me, as she examined her arm. I could see she was very pretty. "Don't you think you ought to apologize?" she said suddenly.
A marbly-white fireplace stood in the corner, overhung by a great Louis XV mirror with a gilt frame of rich, voluptuous curves. On the mantel lay a scarf of old-rose velvet smelling decidedly musty. Alone, apart, upon this mantel, as an altar, stood a colored plaster bust of Jeanne d'Arc, showing her in the beauty of her winsome youth.
It met in the study of Stephane Pichon, the French Foreign Minister, which opened on to the garden of the French Foreign Office, and which, with its panelled walls, covered with gorgeous Gobelins picturing Ruben's story of Marie de' Medici, its stately brocaded chairs, and old-rose and gray Aubusson carpets, was redolent of old-time diplomacy.
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