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Updated: May 4, 2025
Numerous brown and yellow fly-catchers sat on small dead branches, and darted off every now and then after passing insects. Swallows skimmed past in their circling flights, whilst in the bushes were warbling orange-and-black Sisitotis and many another bird of beautiful feather. One class of birds, and that the most characteristic of tropical America, was decidedly scarce.
"Miss Huling, I'll pitch your game for two things," he continued. "Name them." "Wear Yale blue in place of that orange-and-black Princeton pin." "I will." She said it with a shyness, a look in her eyes that made Wayne wince. What a perfect little actress! But there seemed just a chance that this was not deceit.
On the opposite side of the road was a smart little carriage in which the coachman was asleep, with his legs cocked up on the driver's seat, displaying a pair of startling orange-and-black socks. By the socks Artois knew his man. "Pasqualino! Pasqualino!" he cried. The coachman sprang up, showing a round, rosy face, and a pair of shrewd, rather small dark eyes. "Take me to Posilipo."
He knew perfectly well that he would go to the Piazza. The music of the band was calling to him, and the star was slowly shifting its light, as it had done on many a night while Rafael sat waiting and dreaming in the gateway. The tide was gently pulling his little boat away from the orange-and-black mooring-post, at the foot of the steps, toward the larger canal.
"She isn't quite as purty as the he-bird," said the man, as he picked up the two, "but maybe I can get a little something for her." The man who shot the oriole would have gladly committed and profited by a similar double murder had the mother bird happened upon the scene when he shot her orange-and-black mate.
Driving in he had noted that a wide porch, upheld by round white pillars, stretched across the front of the gabled brick house and extended halfway along its right side, past a room which was obviously a solarium, with its continuous windows, gay awnings, and visible through the glittering panes orange-and-black wicker furniture. It was easy to swing himself up to the floor of the porch.
He is a little man, much the height and build of the late General Funston, with hair cropped close to the skull, after the Russian fashion; through a buttonhole of his green service tunic was drawn the orange-and-black ribbon of the Order of St. George. He can best be described as "a live wire." His staff-officers impressed me as being as efficient and razor-keen as their chief.
He pulled his trousers up to his knees, showing a pair of pale-blue drawers. "The suspenders they are new, Signore!" He drew attention to the scarlet elastics that kept the orange-and-black socks in place. "My boots!" He put his feet up on the box that Artois might see his lemon-colored boots, then unbuttoned and threw open his waistcoat. "My shirt is new! My cravat is new! Look at the pin!"
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