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Updated: June 7, 2025
So far forth as history enlightens us, the ancestors of these peculiar specimens of the human race were never born anywhere in particular, but like Topsy, they "simply growed." Why these usually long, lean, lank, saffron-hued, erst-while clay-eaters have received such an unromantic name has been variously accounted for.
"Ah Moy's place bore an unsavory reputation even among the saffron-hued residents of Four-and-a-half Street, but its bland proprietor was regarded by the authorities as a particularly inoffensive and law-abiding specimen his high standing at Bethany proving a very strong card.
There were white tulips, stained as if with blood, pale pink tulips tipped with deepest brown, rose-coloured tulips barred with wounds whose edges were saffron-hued, tulips of a warm wallflower tint dashed with the stormy yellow of an evening sky.
Heisenberg might have explained it, this is a device to confuse confusion by aligning certainties and creating uncertainties in the protons of this innocent block of plastic." The round, saffron-hued Chinese face looked at Paul solemnly. "As the good Dr.
The Countess had abandoned, much to her lord's regret, the coloured and figurative language of her maiden days, the American slang. The spot where Merton and Lady Bude were seated was beautiful indeed. They reclined on the short sea grass above a shore where long tresses of saffron-hued seaweed clothed the boulders, and the bright sea pinks blossomed.
But at the first scraping of the violins as the orchestra tuned up, he glued his eyes to the curtain, which rose at last. Then, then he saw, in a Roman palace, leaning on the back of a chair of antique shape, a woman who wore over her robe of white woollen the saffron-hued palla.
You'll have forty thousand more. If you ain't got it you'll wish you had." Maison had it. He drew it out in packages saffron-hued notes that he passed back to Sanderson reluctantly. When he had passed back the exact amount he looked around.
Lend a hand!" Manuel pitched in, and when the three had ended their labours, they waited for Petra and Senor Ignacio to finish chatting. Petra was recounting Manuel's latest exploits to her cousin and the cobbler listened smilingly. The man bore no signs of gruffness; he was blond and beardless; upon his upper lip sprouted a few saffron-hued hairs.
Come in," he said, turning a good-looking discontented face towards me, not improved just now by the effects of a severe attack of jaundice. "How are you?" I said, shaking his saffron-hued hand. "Pretty beastly. And you?" "Your remark might serve, I think," I said, taking a chair opposite him. "Aren't you any better?" and I scanned his face closely.
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