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Who am I, a poor quarter-deck loafer, that I should attempt to describe what poet and painter alike would have failed to realise? I know, of course, your stock descriptives: the melting eye, the coral lip, the peachy cheek, the raven tress; but these were coined for mortal woman and this was not one of them.
I didn't bother to explain to Maggie I will not call her Maggie Lou any more, because that is a dear little name and sounds so affectionate, Margaret Louise what I meant by this, because I thought it was perfectly evident. Stevie is a peachy looking girl, a snow white blonde with pinky cheeks and dimples.
If you had got your just dues for robbing me of that pike I'll be switched you'd be burnt to a cinder." Such was the general trend of the conversation. As the boat disappeared round a jutting point of land, one of the number was heard to exclaim: "Gee, but I got a peachy bunch of black bass. Golly, we'll have to hurry or it'll be dark fore we git to camp."
Even their peachy cheeks were puffed out and distended, as though they ought of right to be performing on celestial trumpets. The bodiless cherubs in the shop, who were depicted as constantly blowing those instruments for ever and ever without any lungs, played, it is to be presumed, entirely by ear.
"I do believe, Grace," she remarked, "the dampness is good for the complexion. You're as downy as a peach." "Dampness is a beautifier. Leonore says so. That's what makes Newport so popular. Ever see the hydrangeas grow there? But Cleo dear, you haven't been forgotten in the fog. You are rather peachy yourself." "Nay, nay, false friend.
She was a creature to watch from a distance, and then to go away and dream of, wondering whether she were a woman or a spirit. As for describing her, it is almost impossible but let us try. She was very small in stature and proportions quite a little fairy. Her cheek had the soft peachy hue of girlhood; nay, of very childhood. You would never have thought her a mother.
But Peachy gave her audience no time to study the sleeping face. She turned the baby over. She pulled the single light garment off. Then she looked up at the other women. The little naked figure lay in the golden sunlight, translucent, like an angel carved in alabaster. But on the shoulder-blades lay shadow, deep shadow no, not shadow, a fluff of feathery down. "Wings!" Peachy said.
Would her face have that oldtime peachy bloom, her mouth that peculiar beautiful curve? She was large and fair, he recalled, hair yellow and shining, eyes blue-He roused himself. This was nonsense! He was trembling. He composed himself by looking around again. "The old scoundrel has let the weeds choke out the flowers and surround the beehives.
But there was in the voices that curious thrill that is at once the indication and the quickening of intense excitement. "This here'll show what's in his hand," said "Peachy," when the moment for prayer arrived.
It seemed to me the most hideous motion I had ever seen so unnatural, so ungraceful, so repellent. It took me a long time to get used to that. And as for their running " "It's curious how that feeling still lingers in us," exclaimed Peachy. "That contempt for the thing that walks. Occasionally Angela starts to imitate the boys it seems as if I would fly out of my skin with horror.
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