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She was pretty and delicate indeed. "My little Roseleaf!" cried the General's lady, "thou art born to wed a prince." The prince was already at the door, but they knew nothing of it; people don't see far beyond the threshold. "The day before yesterday our boy divided his bread and butter with her!" said the porter's wife.
At least Charlotte thought so and wished at once that she knew how to make them laugh. Besides, the Lady had lovely golden hair and the most beautiful pink cheeks, and Charlotte, who had mouse-coloured hair and any number of freckles, had an unbounded admiration for golden locks and roseleaf complexions.
Overhead an orange canopy leaf and blossom and golden fruit all in simultaneous perfection; underneath a revel of every imaginable flower narcissus and anemones, geraniums and clematis; and all about, hedges of monthly roses, dark red and pale alternately, making a roseleaf carpet under their feet.
And be assured that human pride is like the Sybarite who was prevented from sleeping by a crease in a roseleaf. The activity of a vigorous mind, by which the world profits, almost always turns against him who possesses it.
Only he caught and kissed the edge of her garment, . . its soft gray cloudy texture brushed his lips with the odorous coolness of a furled roseleaf. She seemed to tremble at his action, ... but he dared not look up. Presently he felt the pulsing pressure of her hands upon his head! and a rush of strange, warm vigor thrilled through his veins like an electric flash of new and never-ending life.
A child with Molly Brandeis' mouth, and Ferdinand Brandeis' forehead, and Fanny Brandeis' eyes, and Theodore Brandeis' roseleaf skin, and over, and above all these, weaving in and out through the whole, an expression or cast a vague, undefinable thing which we call a resemblance that could only have come from the woman of the picture, Theodore Brandeis' wife, Olga.
And besides look at your hands!" The doctor looked, and blushed. "Dirty?" he ventured. "Not half dirty enough! And it wasn't only your hands. I noticed oh! lots of things!" For no perceptible reason a tiny blush fluttered across the whiteness of her face like a roseleaf chased by the wind.
When the baby Tyler was one year old Clint had walked over to where his wife sat, the child in her lap, and had tilted her head back, kissed her on the lips, and had gently pinched the boy's roseleaf cheek with a quizzical forefinger and thumb.
Miss Endicott, you remember my telling you of Buck?" Starr with sudden inspiration born of the moment, got up and went over to where the dark-browed Buck stood frowning and embarrassed in the chimney corner and put out her little roseleaf of a hand to him. Buck looked at it in dismay and did not stir. "Why don't yer shake?" whispered Sam.
She held up her watch to admire the lettering on its Roman enamel. "'I.H. Does that stand for me am I really Isabel Hyde? And are those sapphires mine, and can I drink my tea out of this roseleaf Dresden cup? It does seem strange that saying a few words and writing one's name in a book should make so much difference." "Regretful?" "A little oppressed, that's all. I shall soon get used to it.
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