Troy, to favor me with this visit," Miss Pink resumed.
Miss Pink's highly-trained conversation had perhaps one fault--it was not, strictly speaking, conversation at all.
"The circumstances under which my niece Isabel has left Lady Lydiard's house," Miss Pink proceeded, "are so indescribably painful--I will go further, I will say so deeply humiliating--that I have forbidden her to refer to them again in my presence, or to mention them in the future to any living creature besides myself.
"No!" said Miss Pink, asserting the most immovable obstinacy under the blandest politeness of manner.
Miss Pink leaned back in her chair, at the exact angle permitted by the laws of propriety; rested her left elbow on the palm of her right hand, and lightly supported her cheek with her forefinger and thumb.
Troy had not been a lawyer--in other words, if he had not been professionally capable of persisting in his own course, in the face of every conceivable difficulty and discouragement--Miss Pink might have remained in undisturbed possession of her own opinions.
Miss Pink had not expected to receive such an answer as this.
My Ladys Money
When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady--who was the wife of an American millionaire--took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was very nice to her.
Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you'd really no figure at all?
I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels."
Anne Of Green Gables
The stage driver good-naturedly pulled up his horses, lifted the excited little creature down, opened the door, and helped her in, putting the lilacs and the pink sunshade beside her.
Cobb solemnly, as he remounted his perch; and as the stage rumbled down the village street between the green maples, those who looked from their windows saw a little brown elf in buff calico sitting primly on the back seat holding a great bouquet tightly in one hand and a pink parasol in the other.
"Did you notice the pinked double ruffle and the white tip and handle?
Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm
In one place three strange,
pink, hopping animals, about the size of cats, bolted before my footsteps.
Island of Doctor Moreau
Glorvina sported the killing
pink frock, and the Major, who attended the party and walked very ruefully up and down the rooms, never so much as perceived the
pink garment.
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