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Then she sat down before the dressing-table and changed the way in which her corn-coloured hair was done, making it sit much closer to the head than before, and look much less striking and conspicuous. The new way of doing her hair changed her appearance considerably, made her less like a Ceres and more like a Puritan.
After all, she would not be a little girl forever, some man would want to take that little corn-coloured head and that delicious little pink-clad person away with him some day, to be his wife And suddenly Peter was torn by a stab of pure pain, and he stood puzzled and sick, in the garden bed, wondering what was happening to him. "Listen want a drink?"
She had on a dress, the material of which, after a moment's gaze, Diva identified: it was that corn-coloured coat and skirt which she had worn so much last spring. But the collar, the cuffs, the waistband and the hem of the skirt were covered with staring red poppies. Next moment, she called to remembrance the chintz that had once covered Elizabeth's sofa in the garden-room.
At that moment Craven was conscious of a silly desire to take her in his arms, bundle of vanities though he knew her to be. He hated himself for being so ordinary. But there it was! He looked at her eyebrows. They were dark and beautifully shaped and made an almost unnerving contrast with her corn-coloured hair. "I know what you are thinking," she said. "Impossible!"
Possibly it indicated the existence of those "brains" with which his grandfather had credited him. "Well, Rob, do you think he had as dull a time as you said he would have?" The inquirer was Ruth. She stood, still in the corn-coloured frock, in the doorway of her sister's room, from which her own opened. "Please unhook me," she requested, approaching Roberta and turning her back invitingly.
Have you worn the corn-coloured gown yet?" "Oh, no, Aunt Annie!" "Well, keep it for that night. And you and Chris might No, he'll want to dine with Alice, and she'll want to see you in your new gown. I was going to say that you might dine here, but you'd better not." "I think Leslie and Acton are going to be asked to dine with us," Norma said. "Aunt Alice said something about it!"
For a moment his arm encircled her waist; he had forgotten how blue her eyes were, with just a film of corn-coloured hair loosened above them, and what husky, exquisite, childish notes were in her voice. "Cherry this is the nicest thing that has happened for a long, long while!" he said. "You and Alix are angels to let me come!"
He yawned, "Trouble with Cherry is, she hasn't enough to do!" he finished, sapiently. "I'm a poor person with whom to discuss Cherry!" Alix hinted, with an unsmiling nod for good-night. And she looked at Cherry's corn-coloured head, ten minutes later, with a thrill of maternal protectiveness. Cherry was evidently asleep, buried deep under the blue army blankets.
It was as if she were in the midst of a great family party, held together by the ties of blood. In a far corner Juliet Galt and Emma Carr, the prettiest women in the room, sat together upon a corn-coloured divan, and in front of them a file of men passed and repassed slowly on their way to and from the dining-room, pausing to exchange brief remarks and drifting on aimlessly.
He was not like poor Jack no, she would never find anyone perhaps quite so good to look upon as Jack, with his broad shoulders and corn-coloured hair, and those dear frank eyes! No, but 'Madame, what are you thinking of? I wish I dared flatter myself that I could ever draw tears to those exquisite eyes, Elmur said again with warmth. He wanted excitement and Isolde was yielding.
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