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An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket.

Not the chivalry of Germany only had flocked to hear the defence of Martin Luther for Spanish warriors sat there in yellow cloaks and added lustre to the splendid gathering. Luther's courageous stand against his adversaries won many to his cause. He would not withdraw one word he had written or spoken, nor did he consent to his opinions being tried by any other rule than the word of God.

The southeastern part of Utah is overlaid with strata of red and yellow sandstone hundreds of feet deep. Ages ago this whole region was elevated and thereby was distorted by the internal forces which pushed it upward. Subsequently wonderful transformations were wrought.

The people here haven't been discovered yet, I'm sure; that is, if there ARE any people. So I don't b'lieve there CAN be any auto'biles, Billina." "Perhaps not," admitted the yellow hen. "Where are you going now?" "Over to those trees, to see if I can find some fruit or nuts," answered Dorothy.

So the old man sat up and said: "What hast thou seen?" Said Hallblithe: "I have seen the peaks and cliffs of the far-off mountains; and below them are hills green with grass and dark with woods, and thence stretch soft green meadows down to the sea-strand, which is fair and smooth, and yellow." "Sawest thou the skerry?" said the Sea-eagle.

'Come, let us go to the wood and pick, said Lisa. 'Yes, let us, said Aina. 'You take the yellow basket and I will take the green one. 'Don't get lost, and come back safely in the evening, said the big sister. 'Greetings to the raspberry worm, said Otto, mockingly. 'Next time I meet him I shall do him the honour of eating him up. So Aina and Lisa went off to the wood.

The sides and capitals of the pillars are covered with paintings or hieroglyphic carvings, in which Burckhardt thought a very ancient style was to be traced. All these are hewn out of the rock, and the faces appear to have been painted yellow, with black hair.

When Geraldine took her into her own room she drew a yellow book from under a quantity of linen in a drawer. "It's a French novel," she said. "Miss Blackburne wouldn't let me read it for worlds if she knew, so you mustn't tell. I'll lend it to you if you like." "I couldn't read it if I would; I don't know enough," Beth said. "Oh, you'll soon learn; and I'll tell you all there is in it.

The old woman broke into a cackle of hideous laughter. "My home, is it? Once I had a home, Yellow Brian and it was in Dungannon, with Tyr-owen and Cormac and Art and the noblest of the chiefs of Ulster to do me honor! Have you forgotten me, Brian O'Neill, since we met at the Dee Water?" Then Brian gave a great cry, and swung down to earth, for now he recognized the Black Woman.

Fannin waved his hand at the yellow and swollen river. "We must return to Goliad," he said, "I have decided. Besides, there is nothing else for us to do. About face, men, and take up the march." The men turned slowly and reluctantly, and the cannon began to plough the mud on the road to Goliad, from which they had come.