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Updated: May 15, 2025
The grave, searching, wondering expression reappeared in the violet-gray eyes for a moment. "You're all right," said he. "Except those pale lips. You're going to be my girl. That means, if you ever try to get away from me unless I let you go I'll kill you or worse." And he laughed as if he had made the best joke in the world.
"That's wicked, Susan," interrupted Ruth. "All good people think as I tell you they do." "Do Aunt Fanny and Uncle George blame my mother?" "Of course. How could they help it, when she " Ruth was checked by the gathering lightnings in those violet-gray eyes. "But," pursued Susan, after a pause, "even if they were wicked enough to blame my mother, they couldn't blame me."
And when her beauty began to come back for, hard though her life was, it was a life of good food, of plenty of sleep, of much open air; so it put no such strain upon her as had the life of the factory and the tenement when her beauty came back, the effect of that contrast of scarlet splash against the sad purity of pallid cheeks and violet-gray eyes became a mark of individuality, of distinction.
This, because of the sweet, sensitive seriousness of her small, pallid face with its earnest violet-gray eyes and its frame of abundant dark hair, simply and gracefully arranged.
Helen Murray lifted her eyes the soft, violet-gray eyes that Lord Fulkeward had said he admired suffused with tears, and fixed them on the old man's face. "I wish," she said "I wish we had never come to Egypt! I feel as if some great misfortune were going to happen to us; I do, indeed! Oh, Dr. Dean, have you watched my brother this evening?" "I have," he replied, and then was silent.
To look at her was to be at once fascinated by those violet-gray eyes by their color, by their clearness, by their regard of calm, grave inquiry, by their mystery not untouched by a certain sadness.
Your circumstances will change and your clothes and your face, hair, figure but not you." "Do you believe that?" "I know it." She nodded slowly, the violet-gray eyes pensive. "Birds in the strong wind that's what we are. Driven this way or that or quite beaten down. But the wind doesn't change sparrow to eagle or eagle to gull does it?"
But Susan stopped her. "Please please don't," she entreated. Sallie stared to oppose; then, arrested by the intense, appealing expression in those violet-gray eyes, so beautifully shaded by dark lashes and brows, she kept silent, bustled aimlessly about, boiling with suddenly aroused curiosity.
She looked like a woman, yet like a child dressed as a woman, too, for there was as always that exuberant vitality which made each of the hairs of her head seem individual, electric. The rouge gave her color, enhanced into splendor the brilliance of her violet-gray eyes eyes so intensely colored and so admirably framed that they were noted by the least observant.
The first of the two admirable ornaments, when in repose, appears of the same violet-gray hue as the breast; but when raised the bases of the feathers are seen to be of a brilliant red, giving the effect of longitudinal stripes. The second pair is much longer, with deep margins of splendid purple instead of the stripes.
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