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"I will arrange it for you, and let you know." "Mr. Harman, may I say a word for myself?" suddenly asked the young man. "Most certainly. Have I been so garrulous as to keep you from speaking?" "Not at all, sir; you have been more than generous. You have been showing me the rose-color from your point of view. Now it is not all rose-color." "I was coming to that; it is by no means all rose-color.
"No doubt; though when she married Gulian Verplanck we had little thought of the occupation of New York by the British. Do you recollect how pretty she looked on her wedding-day, Betty, and the little caps you and I wore, mine with a knot of blue, and yours of rose-color? I found that ribbon one day last week, tucked away in a little box. Have you kept yours?"
"I confess it rather does," answered Hinton. "Will you oblige me by saying how?" "For one thing, you give so much and expect so little." "Ay, so it appears at first sight; but I told you it was not all rose-color; I am coming to that part. Your pride has been roused I can soothe it." "I love Charlotte too much to feel any pride in the matter," replied Hinton, with some heat.
As I looked out upon the mountain just before sunrise, it showed like a mountain-rose blossoming up out of the earth, covered all over with the deepest rose-color. . . . Ever your friend, To the Same. SHEFFIELD, March 12, 1866. MY DEAR FRIEND, I should like to know whether you propose, from your own pen, to provide me with all my reading.
The signs, which the Strangler had traced, soon appeared on the surface, at first in characters of a pale rose-color, as fine as a hair; but such was the slowly corrosive power of the juice, that, as it worked and spread beneath the skin, they would become in a few hours of a violet red, and as apparent as they were now almost invisible.
She was watching the beautiful fiery furnace between the north wall of the burning warehouse and the south wall of its neighbor, the fifty feet brilliant and misty with vaporous rose-color, dotted with the myriad red stars, her eyes shining with the reflection of their fierce beauty.
He will see this aura flooded with the beautiful rose-color of pure affection, the rich blue of devotional feeling, the hard, dull brown of selfishness, the deep scarlet of anger, the horrible lurid red of sensuality, the livid grey of fear, the black clouds of hatred and malice, or any of the other hundredfold indications so easily to be read in it by the practiced eye; and thus it will be impossible for any persons to conceal from his the real state of their feelings on any subject.
There was a flush of rose-color on her face, a light in her eyes. If ever woman's face told a story, hers did if ever love softened, made more tender and pure any face on earth, it was hers. After her toilet was complete, she stood for a few minutes looking in her mirror. The tall, stately figure in the glorious dress was perfect; the face, framed in shining masses of dark hair, was perfect too.
Henry Goldsmith, "rose-color, indeed!" Not even Sidney's authority could persuade the table into that. Poor rich Jews! The upper middle-classes had every excuse for being angry. Sidney, whose conversation always had the air of aloofness from the race, so that his own foibles often came under the lash of his sarcasm, proceeded to justify his assertion of the rose-color picture in Mordecai Josephs.
I thought of an account of a wreck on this same water I had once read, in which the Caribbean was spoken of as the most beautiful though most treacherous of seas, and the intensity of color was mentioned. Such rose-color I never saw before as in the shells and mosses we find here, nor such lovely pale and green tints as the water all about us shows.
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