1 The gulf looked far away, melting hazily into the blue of the horizon.
2 Her face was drawn and pinched, her sweet blue eyes haggard and unnatural.
3 Their heads might have been turned upside-down, so absolutely did they tread upon blue ether.
4 The atmosphere of the stables and the breath of the blue grass paddock revived in her memory and lingered in her nostrils.
5 The day was clear and carried the gaze out as far as the blue sky went; there were a few white clouds suspended idly over the horizon.
6 They were girls of fourteen, always clad in the Virgin's colors, blue and white, having been dedicated to the Blessed Virgin at their baptism.
7 Mrs. Highcamp was a worldly but unaffected, intelligent, slim, tall blonde woman in the forties, with an indifferent manner and blue eyes that stared.
8 First of all, the sight of the water stretching so far away, those motionless sails against the blue sky, made a delicious picture that I just wanted to sit and look at.
9 She was splendid and robust, and had never appeared handsomer than in the old blue gown, with a red silk handkerchief knotted at random around her head to protect her hair from the dust.
10 There was nothing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them.