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Updated: May 21, 2025
One of the "positive" blondes, as my friend, you may remember, used to call them. Tawny-haired, amber-eyed, full-throated, skin as white as a blanched almond. Looks dreamy to me, not self-conscious, though a black ribbon round her neck sets it off as a Marie-Antoinette's diamond-necklace could not do.
Succumbing to the monk's spiritual charm not, I am sure, to his powerful physique!-the jungle animal refuses all meat in favor of rice and milk. The swami has taught the tawny-haired beast to utter "AUM" in a deep, attractive growl-a cat devotee! Our next encounter, an interview with a learned young sadhu, is well described in Mr. Wright's sparkling travel diary.
The tawny-haired young fellow was walking coolly down the aisle, the smoking revolver pointing like an accusing finger toward the outlaw who lay stretched upon his face, his fingers twitching. Outside, rifles were crackling like corn in a giant popper. Presently it slackened to an occasional shot.
"Has he any children?" asked Stewart. "Well, no; these tawny-haired tigresses don't have children. Anyway, she died some ten years ago; but at the time of her death they had been separated for about three years." "They could n't have been living long together; or else he married young," suggested Stewart.
A flash crossed the face of the boy, just as though he saw a sudden opening whereby his presence here might be explained without entering into details. "Oh! yes, across the range. I get supplies for prospectors in camp," he replied, with an intake of his breath, while he watched Bob narrowly, as if, somehow, he believed he had more to fear from that source than from the tawny-haired prairie lad.
To me you will always be the tawny-haired little girl I used to tease." "Who used to tease you, you mean. You were very meek in those days." Oh, what a happy voyage that was, over the summer sea!
One of the "positive" blondes, as my friend, you may remember, used to call them. Tawny-haired, amber-eyed, full-throated, skin as white as a blanched almond. Looks dreamy to me, not self-conscious, though a black ribbon round her neck sets it off as a Marie-Antoinette's diamond-necklace could not do.
McGilveray has been dead for over a hundred years, but there is a parish in Quebec where his tawny-haired descendants still live.
I just meant she adored you well, the way Max adores me," she explained as the tawny-haired Irish setter came and rested his head on her knee, raising solemn worshipful brown eyes to her face. "Why shouldn't she? You saved her life and you have been wonderful to her every way." "Nonsense!" said Larry again, though he said it in a different tone this time. "I haven't done much.
"Did you know him before?" murmured the boundary man. "Certainly." "Is he a married man?" "Widower." "Widower?" repeated Alf, almost in a whisper. "Did you know his wife"" "Personally, no; inductively, yes. She was one of those indefinably dangerous women who sing men to destruction one of those tawny-haired tigresses, with slumbrous dark eyes name, Iolanthe." "What?"
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