Well," said Marilla sarcastically, "if I'd decided it was worth while to dye my hair I'd have dyed
it a decent color at least.
Henrietta Watkin was a stout woman, with a red face and dyed
The dyeing then proceeds; and whatever is dyed
in this manner becomes a fast colour, and no washing either with lyes or without them can take away the bloom.
After this feature, I noticed next his beautiful brown wig; his sparkling little gray eyes; his rosy complexion; his short military whisker, dyed
to match his wig; his white teeth and his winning smile; his smart blue frock-coat, with a camellia in the button-hole; and his splendid ring, a ruby, flashing on his little finger as he courteously signed to me to take a chair.
He must have been a great Bugis dandy in his time, for even then (and when we knew him he was no longer young) his splendour was spotlessly neat, and he dyed
his hair a light shade of brown.
He would have heard of channels and sandbanks, of natural features of the land useful for sea-marks, of villages and tribes and modes of barter and precautions to take: with the instructive tales about native chiefs dyed
more or less blue, whose character for greediness, ferocity, or amiability must have been expounded to him with that capacity for vivid language which seems joined naturally to the shadiness of moral character and recklessness of disposition.
How high it was from the ground, how many steps it had, where he would be stood, bow he would be touched, whether the touching hands would be dyed
red, which way his face would be turned, whether he would be the first, or might be the last: these and many similar questions, in nowise directed by his will, obtruded themselves over and over again, countless times.
It suggests country laps and country breasts, with sturdy country babes greedy for the warm white milk, and it seems dyed
in country blushes.
One of these deputies was magnificently arrayed in a buffalo robe, on which various figures were fancifully embroidered with split quills dyed
red and yellow; and the whole was fringed with the slender hoofs of young fawns, that rattled as he walked.
Her lips were flesh like his, and cherries dyed
them as cherries dyed
The count became pale as death, the blood rushed to his heart, and then again rising, dyed
his cheeks with crimson; his eyes swam like those of a man suddenly dazzled.
The mother smoothed the folds of her dyed
silk dress before a large Venetian mirror in the wall, and in her trodden-down shoes briskly ascended the carpeted stairs.