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Mahlon Dickerson, then the Secretary of the Navy, he obtained an audience. He was a short, chunky sailor- man, with resolute blue-gray eyes, which twinkled as he said, "Have I the honor of addressing the Secretary of the Navy?" "You have," replied Mr. Dickerson, "and, as I am very busy, I will thank you to be brief." "Mr.
Never tell me, my dears, that eyes of the blue-gray can not flash fire when they will. "How painstakingly you will go about to make me hate you!" she burst out. And then, all in the same breath: "But you will be rid of me presently, for good and all." "Nay, then, Mistress Margery, you are always taking an ell of meaning for my inch of speech. 'Tis I who should do the ridding."
Tess had not seen her father since the trial. Intensity narrowed the eyes, the drooping white lids covering the lights in the brown iris, the small hands clutched convulsively. Daddy Skinner her Daddy was standing before her, his blue-gray eyes piercing her very soul from under the long shaggy brows. She bounded toward him, and two creatures of primeval passion met in one long embrace.
Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened Miss Thorne's clear, blue-gray eyes, in sharp contrast to the glow of radiant health in her cheeks, as she stepped from an automobile in front of the Venezuelan legation, and ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant opened the door. "A gentleman is waiting for you, Madam," he announced. "His card is here on the " "I was expecting him," she interrupted.
They waved their white paws on the gray-blue curtain of mist, and behold they were not there any more, and the blue-gray mist was only the night's darkness turning to dawn, and Dickie was able again to feel solid things the floor under him, his hand on the sharp edge of the armchair, and the soft, breathing, comfortable weight of True, asleep against his knee.
"As for you, you calculating blackguard," her father addressed MacRae, "if you ever set foot on Maple Point again, I'll have you horsewhipped first and jailed for trespass after." For a second MacRae made no answer. His nostrils dilated; his blue-gray eyes darkened till they seemed black.
Miles looked at the screen-map and saw a native village just ahead of the dot of light that marked the position of the aircar. He spoke the native name of the village aloud, and added: "Let down there, Heshto. I'll see what's going on." The native, still looking through the glasses, said, "Right, boss." Then he turned. His skin was blue-gray and looked like sponge rubber.
The chickadee wears a black cap with a white vest and a blue-gray coat, completing his costume with a black necktie, and he is perfectly willing to sit for you and have his picture taken. Mr. Blue Jay sat in a clump of dogwood, doing nothing.
She sat, chin on her hand, on a wagon tongue in the encampment, looking out over the blue-gray desert to the red-and-gold glory of the sinking sun. Her mother came to her and placed in her lap the two letters, stood watching her. "One from each," said she sententiously, and turned away. The girl's face paled as she opened the one she had felt sure would find her again, somewhere, somehow.
As Bowers continued to look at the sick man, with his unshaven face and mop of oily black hair, so long that it was beginning to curl, Dibert commented: "He ain't what you'd call pretty I've no idee he has to keep a rock handy to stone off the ladies." But Bowers was searching his mind in the endeavor to recall where he had seen those curious eyes with the muddy blue-gray iris.
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