1 Mrs. Highcamp was weaving a garland of roses, yellow and red.
2 She was boiling mullets over a few red coals in the huge fireplace.
3 She touched his hand as she scanned the red cicatrice on the inside of his white wrist.
4 It was the first time she had admitted it, and a glow overspread her face, blotching it with red spots.
5 Monsieur Ratignolle was putting up a mixture himself, very carefully, dropping a red liquid into a tiny glass.
6 A piece of red flannel was wrapped around Mademoiselle's throat; a stiff neck compelled her to hold her head on one side.
7 There were wax candles, in massive brass candelabra, burning softly under yellow silk shades; full, fragrant roses, yellow and red, abounded.
8 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.
9 When she and Robert stepped into Tonie's boat, with the red lateen sail, misty spirit forms were prowling in the shadows and among the reeds, and upon the water were phantom ships, speeding to cover.
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.