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Its impudent manager, after visiting his studio, had expressed the opinion that it would only be a 'one-horse show from the selling point of view. This crowning example of commercial cowardice towards her favourite lame duck and he so hard up, with a wife and two children, that he had caused her account to be overdrawn was still making the blood glow in her small, resolute face, and her red-gold hair to shine more than ever.
A dreamy languor possessed her, and, lying under a pine with her head against Florence, she went to sleep. When she opened her eyes the shadows of the crags stretched from the west, and between them streamed a red-gold light. It was hazy, smoky sunshine losing its fire. The afternoon had far advanced. Madeline sat up. Florence was lazily reading.
"Johnnie, don't bump the Moon!" cried the Prince and his gentlemen, waving their canes. "Y' betcher life I won't!" Any large body, the good ship most considerately avoided. As for the small ones, which had no names on them, if she struck one, it glanced off of her like a red-gold spark.
But many of the girls have wonderful yellow or red-gold hair and stunning peachy complexions, so they aren't such frights as you'd think. "Instead of going around from one class to another as in any sensible school, the girls stay in one room and teacher after teacher, I mean mistress, comes to them. I get so everlastingly tired sitting still.
And the corset which mother held in her hand was sent flying up the stairs after the boy, who in three jumps was gone and up above. The others lay laughing in bed when Bertje told them that he had seen Horieneke all in white, with a bunch of red-gold curls round her head, and that mother had thrown something at him.
Eleanor ran over and both girls examined the chunk of yellow streaked and studded rock. "Polly, it really looks like gold," ventured Eleanor, awed. "And it's red-gold, too, like Old Man Montresor's nuggets," added Polly. At the mention of the gold-seeker, both girls looked at each other and the same thought flashed to both of them at once. "Maybe it is!" breathed Polly.
Madame smiled with pure delight at the vision that greeted her, but the young man forgot his manners and stared stared like the veriest schoolboy at the tall, stately figure, clad in shimmering pale green satin that rippled about her feet as she walked, brought out a bit of colour in her cheeks and lips, deepened the brown of her eyes, and, like the stalk and leaves of a tiger-lily, faded into utter insignificance before the burnished masses of her red-gold hair.
However, she was a very pretty, well-grown girl, with great open blue eyes and a dreamy expression, and magnificent red-gold hair which could hardly be matched in all Egypt.
"I am; for I spent most of the night with a sick servant. But you, Major Goddard, don't look any too fresh yourself," replied Nancy quickly. It was true. Goddard had spent a sleepless night. He could not believe would not believe Lloyd's charge against Nancy. After all, she was not the only girl, or woman, with red-gold hair in the world.
The song and the singer drew closer, and the vigilence of Pierre ceased as he heard a mellow barytone ring out: "They call me poor, yet I am rich In the touch of her golden hair, My heart is filled like a miser's hands With the red-gold of her hair. The sky I ride beneath all day Is the blue of her dear eyes; The only heaven I desire Is the blue of her dear eyes."
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