But her most striking feature was an opulent mass of dark red
hair, which had fallen in some disorder and made quite a pillow for her head.
And her, more fair, more supple smooth than jade, Gleaming among the dark red
woods I follow: Now lingering, now as a bird afraid Of pirate wings she seeks the haven hollow.
But she has such fine brown legs and arms, and splendid colour in her cheeks--like those big dark red
But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red
fire, and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another mind, stirring with shapes, so large, so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it.
Its solid grey stone walls were sea-stained and a trifle worn, but the arched wooden doors leading into the lifeboat shelter, which occupied one side of the building, had been newly painted, and in the front the window was hung with a curtain, now closely drawn, of some dark red
You know my hair is a sort of golden brown, rather a pretty shade I've been told, and a dark red
matches it beautifully; and then I always think a light-blue necktie goes so well with it, and a pair of those Russian-leather shoes and a red silk handkerchief round the waist - a handkerchief looks so much better than a belt.
Then he gave a little shudder, for even in the semi-darkness he saw a dark red
stain upon his hand.
Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red
violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.
His face turned black, the gore rushed from his mouth and nose, and dyed the grass a deep, dark red
, as he staggered and fell.
OCTOBER was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red
and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
The bricks of which it was built had originally been a deep dark red
, but had grown yellow and discoloured like an old man's skin; the sturdy timbers had decayed like teeth; and here and there the ivy, like a warm garment to comfort it in its age, wrapt its green leaves closely round the time-worn walls.
It was insensible, if not virtually dead; it was mutilated, and streaked the water all about it with dark red