Can ye show me a lighter woman than the
blonde lady that was the cause of me hat falling in the water?
"Gee, it's like old times," Jimmy explained to the gang that gave him the laugh as Martin and the blonde whirled away in a waltz.
But Martin restored the blonde to Jimmy, and the three of them, with half a dozen friends, watched the revolving couples and laughed and joked with one another.
She smiled squarely into the face of a boy who was hurrying by with his hands buried in his overcoat, his
blonde locks bobbing on his youthful temples, and a cheery smile of unconcern upon his lips.
Moreover, much about the same time as Firenzuola was writing, Botticelli's
blonde, angular, retrousse women were breaking every one of that beauty- master's canons, perfect in beauty none the less; and lovers then, and perhaps particularly now, have found the perfect beauty in faces to which Messer Firenzuola would have denied the name of face at all, by virtue of a quality which indeed he has tabulated, but which is far too elusive and undefinable, too spiritual for him truly to have understood,--a quality which nowadays we are tardily recognising as the first and last of all beauty, either of nature or art,--the supreme, truly divine, because materialistically unaccountable, quality of Charm!
Mary Hendrikhovna, a plump little
blonde German, in a dressing jacket and nightcap, was sitting on a broad bench in the front corner.
Twenty years of age, a charming
blonde, with blue eyes, milk-white complexion, and radiant with divine health, Mathilde Stangerson was one of the most beautiful marriageable girls in either the old or the new world.
There were plenty of pretty faces to admire, but the young man took little notice of them, except to glance now and then at some
blonde girl in blue.
There is a very pleasant little Frenchman--when they are nice they are charming--and a German doctor, a big
blonde man, who looks like a great white bull; and two Americans, besides mother and me.
Lovell Mingott, a large
blonde lady in creaking satin, he sat down beside his betrothed, and said in a low tone: "I hope you've told Madame Olenska that we're engaged?
So at work I have no choice other than to be
blonde and proud of it.
She also covers prejudices such as the Nazi preference for
blonde hair and blue eyes.