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Updated: June 23, 2025
Here and there glimmered the portions of the ground covered by the flood. Slate-blue buffaloes wallowed in the pools and emerged covered with mud; water birds stood along the edges, and sometimes flew off as the train passed, watched by families of fellahs, squatting on the banks of the ditches.
She turned toward me, her slate-blue eyes brimming with moisture. And then with one of those sudden transitions that were her greatest mystery and charm, she rose and with a quick touch of her fingers to mine, left me swiftly and in a moment was gone. I stood a moment bewildered. Then I fingered in my pocket for Miss Gore's new address. That remarkable woman would discern what Una's conduct meant.
Looking on past these things we saw much scattered dunnage: Frenchmen's knapsacks, flannel shirts, playing cards, fagots of firewood mixed together like jackstraws, canteens covered with slate-blue cloth and having queer little hornlike protuberances on their tops which proved them to be French canteens tumbled straw, odd shoes with their lacings undone, a toptilted service shelter of canvas; all the riffle of a camp that had been suddenly and violently disturbed.
Within two hours, he was bound for Lucerne to cross the Italian frontier by the slate-blue waters of Lake Maggiore. A few weeks later Samson and Adrienne were standing together by moonlight in the ruins of the Coliseum.
Brown hair with running threads of gold that was always catching light; slate-blue eyes with heavy black fringe-Irish; colour that waxed and waned; and a healthy, shapely body. Topped by a sparkling intellect these gifts made Kitty desirable of men. Kitty had no beau. After the adolescent days beaux ceased to interest her. This would indicate that she was inclined toward suffrage.
The twilight was falling slate-blue at the window. She closed her eyes, closed away the monotonous level of dead wonder, and opened them again to the every-day world. 'Yes, she said briefly, regaining her will with a click. She went again to the window. Blue evening had fallen over the cradle of snow and over the great pallid slopes.
"Why do you say that?" "Because it's true. Don't you think they know when their children are really in danger?" "But why should they?" persisted Cowperwood, charmed and interested by the involute character of her logic. She was quite deceptive to him. He could not be sure what she thought. She merely fixed him a moment with her cool, slate-blue eyes.
Over all, he had a slate-blue fringed coat of Japanese brocaded satin, with eight bunches of flowers in relief; and wore a pair of light blue satin white-soled, half-dress court-shoes. Round his neck he had a gold dragon necklet with a fringe; also a cord of variegated silk, to which was attached a piece of beautiful jade.
He looked away from the reproachful eyes, slate-blue to match the plumes in the hat: and there were phrases from his articles singing and kicking in his head, phrases which would cry in the penny newspaper as no voice could cry from the wilderness.
He rose and took her by the shoulders, bringing her round so that the light was full in her face. Slate-blue eyes. "Kitty, what would you say if I kissed you?" Inwardly he asked: "Now, what the devil made me say that?" The sinister and cynical idea leaped from its ambush. "Why, Cutty, I I don't believe I should mind. It's it's you!" Vile wretch that she was!
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