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The other young man approached: "Here is what you want, miss rich and elegant. Just suits your style. Sets off your hair and eyes beautiful." The ladies looked up. A more decided voice than Mr. Simmons'; whiter hands than Mr. Simmons' handled the silken bands; bolder eyes than the weak, pink-bordered orbs of Mr. Simmons looked unabashed admiration into the pretty face of Susie Barringer.
One huge talon of lightning clutched at the flying scud. Kano gave a glance, covered his face, and began to sob. Uchida blew his nose on the pink-bordered foreign handkerchief. After a long while the old man whispered, "What name shall I use in my prayer?" "He is called," said Ando, "by the name of 'Tatsu. 'Tatsu, the Dragon Painter."
Their bush and vine-covered fences crept around the acres they owned in a strip of gaudy colour; their orchard lay in a valley, a square of apple trees in the centre widely bordered by peach, so that it appeared at bloom time like a great pink-bordered white blanket on the face of earth. Swale they might have drained, and would not, made sheets of blue flag, marigold and buttercups.
He then drew from his kimono sleeve a pink-bordered foreign pocket-handkerchief, and began to mop his damp forehead. Kano's politeness could not hide, entirely, a shudder of antipathy. He hurried into new speech. "And where, if it is not rude to ask, has my friend Ando sojourned during the long absence?" "Chiefly among the mountains of Kiu Shiu," answered the other.
"Asch ooah!" His chair suddenly returning to the floor level with a thud that shook the house, Mr. Gillie sneezed violently, a physiological phenomenon which curiously enough never failed to present itself when any extraordinary pressure was put upon his brain cells. Wiping his watery eyes with a pink-bordered handkerchief a color he rather affected he began eloquently: "Mrs.
You know you can't buy anything more than a pink-bordered handkerchief out of your present supplies." Weldon laughed. "Don't be too sure I can make out even that," he said, as he dived into the trunk and pulled out a Klondyke sleeping-bag. Carew watched him from between half-closed lids. "Going beddy?" he inquired. "Confound it, no! I thought my calling kit was in there."
Her hands, Eugene noted, were plump and fair. She stood erect, assured, with the least touch of quizzical light in her eye. A white, pink-bordered dress draped her girlish figure. "I don't know," he said easily, "but I wager a guess that this is that this is this is Suzanne Dale what?" "Yes, this is," she replied laughingly. "Can I give you a cup of tea, Mr. Witla? I know you are Mr.
His background always is his own country; his characters Micolau the big shepherd, gossip Guihaumeto, Tòni, Christòu, and the rest always are Provençaux: wearing Provençaux pink-bordered jackets, and white hats bedizened with ribbons, and marching to Bethlehem to the sound of the galoubet and tambourin.
Cyril, freed from responsibility, cast longing eyes, for a moment, upon his work; but the next minute, with a despairing glance about him, he turned and fled precipitately. Billy, following the direction of his eyes, suppressed a smile. On the top of Cyril's manuscript music on the table lay a hot-water bottle. Draped over the back of his favorite chair was a pink-bordered baby blanket.
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