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Updated: June 13, 2025
His quick glance swept Nancy the ghostly Nancy in gray, with only the blue of her eyes, and that touch of artificial pink in her cheeks to redeem her from somberness. He shook his head with a gesture of impatience. "I don't like it," he said, abruptly. "Why do you deaden your beauty with dull colors?" Nancy's eyes challenged him. "If it is deadened, how do you know it is beauty?"
Soft, lustrous, black silk became well the figure which a life of gentle inactivity caused to incline to corpulence, while a modest show of exquisite lace relieved its somberness. There was just a tiny glitter of costly gems, not too vulgarly showy for church, and the most suitable of bonnets crowned the graceful head, whose waves of soft brown hair still repudiated silver.
"Oh," sighed Judy, "if I could only get the people in my memory sketches to stand on their legs and seem to move as yours do, Elise, how happy I should be!" "And I," said Elise, "would give anything if I could see and put on canvas the lovely colors that you can. I can't see anything but drab, somehow. It must be a somberness of disposition that affects my eyesight."
For half a life-time we Turks have toiled and striven, always in danger of our lives, to help forward those things which have now come to pass. I think that our lives have become tinged with somberness and apprehension. Now that the first step is achieved, we go forward, still with trepidation. We need friends, Baron de Grost."
"Why," she said, and the light and a bloom of something ineffable swept over her face, changing its tragic mystery from the somberness of the Fates to the imagined youthful glory of the angels, "if He's here all the time, if He's in the room when things happen to us, an' wishes He could stop it an' can't because" again her mind labored and she saw she had come up against the mysterious negatives of destiny "anyways, He would if He could an' He knows how we feel inside when we feel the worst, an' cares, cares same as " here she was inarticulate.
She did not read or think. She spent the leisure of her mourning period in long hours before her mirror fussing with her hair, in trimming and retrimming hats, or in the fastidious care of her hands and body. He was ashamed sometimes of his pitilessly clear analysis of her. She was not discontented, save at the enforced somberness of their lives.
Banneker leaned over the table, his face earnest to the point of somberness. "Pop," he said, "you know I can write." "You can write like the devil," Edmonds offered up on twin supports of vapor. "Yes, and I can do more than that. I can think." "For self, or others?" propounded the veteran. "I take you. I can think for myself and make it profitable to others, if I can find the chance.
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