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Updated: June 22, 2025
She shook her head quickly, her face rose-red: "Oh no!" "He is always being engaged to somebody: poor Reggie!" "Is he?" she asked innocently. "Reginald is my brother," he went on, and he turned his gaze from her face and looked at the finger-nails of his left hand with an absorbed attention. "He is, however, so much younger than myself that he has almost been like my son.
What was it he must see there? Out of the silver mist there was surely a form emerging? a creature slender, delicate, crowned with a weight of fragrant hair! Clothed in rose-red, she; and her lips were smiling, her arms out-stretched to him: Nathalie! Naturally he went forth to meet her, to melt with her into that radiant light.
The lazy mist which lounges round the inner hills shines golden in the sunset rays; and, nineteen thousand feet aloft, the mighty peak of Horqueta cleaves the abyss of air, rose-red against the dark-blue vault of heaven. The rosy cone fades to a dull leaden hue; but only for awhile.
Here a long dark tunnel opens into sunlight and shops on each side, with great vines trailed on trellis-work like a pergola overhead, and sunlight in blotches on the cobbled paving below: there, just beyond, the Slipper Quarter, and we find ourselves in the thick of the tap-tap of the mallets on the hard-hammered leather dozens of busy little shops on each side, lined with yellow matting, and hung from top to floor with rows of lemon-yellow slippers for the men, rose-red slippers for women, embroidered slippers for the wealthy, crimson slippers for slaves, slippers with heel-pieces and slippers without.
To our great surprise, on arriving in open air at the level of the roof below, we saw that the sun was gone, and a slim young moon was sliding down the rose-red trail. It is indeed wonderful, say prophets of the obvious, how quickly time passes when your attention is engaged! And one comfort of being obvious is, that you are generally right.
And if that isn’t enough, Arthur Duncan will lick you all, won’t you, Arthur?” She turned pleadingly to Arthur. Arthur nodded. “Nobody’s going to hurt helpless creatures while I’m about! He was a sweet little, precious little, pretty little puppy, so he was.” Rose-Red marched into the court with the puppy, opened a gate and dropped him inside.
The buds of the tree of Heaven were rose-red, like like bad mahogany. Wait till the spring and look at the buds. Frances waited till the spring and looked at the buds, and, sure enough, they were black like ebony. Anthony also said that if they were choosing a house for the children, it was no earthly use to think about the old people. For the old people would go and the children would remain.
"Not so, not so," he persisted. "It has to it more lustre than has yellow. My lady-love shall have just such locks." He had a glimpse like the flash of a bluebird's wing in the sun, as the page glanced up at him, and the sight of a face grown suddenly rose-red.
The latter sent for the youth, who, since he could not conceal the matter, told him the whole story exactly as it had happened. Said the prince: "The whole blame rests on Rose-Red. I do not reproach you. Yet since she is now your wife I will let the whole matter rest. But Molo will have to suffer for it!"
They are like a city carved by giants out of eternal ice, a city which lieth four-square. We watched while peak after peak faded into cold greyness; until Kangchenjunga towered, alone, rose-red into the heavens, sublime in its "valorous isolation." Then the light left it too, and we turned and came down from the Hill of God.
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