1 Surreptitiously he extracted a small silver box.
2 Red and silver, blue and yellow gave off warmth and sweetness.
3 But, she was crying, had we met before the salmon leapt like a bar of silver.
4 There were pools of red and purple in the shade; flashes of silver in the sun.
5 They slid on, in and out between the stalks, silver; pink; gold; splashed; streaked; pied.
6 The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship's length.
7 Now issued black man in fuzzy wig; coffee-coloured ditto in silver turban; they signify presumably the League of.
8 Red Admirals gluttonously absorbed richness from dish cloths, cabbage whites drank icy coolness from silver paper.
9 And they too were delighted; now they could follow in her wake and leave the silver and dun shades that led to the heart of silence.
10 Cardboard crowns, swords made of silver paper, turbans that were sixpenny dish cloths, lay on the grass or were flung on the bushes.
11 So did they all--hand glasses, tin cans, scraps of scullery glass, harness room glass, and heavily embossed silver mirrors--all stopped.
12 Under the thick plate of green water, glazed in their self-centred world, fish swam--gold, splashed with white, streaked with black or silver.
13 She took the little silver cream jug and let the smooth fluid curl luxuriously into her coffee, to which she added a shovel full of brown sugar candy.
14 And turning, she strode to the actors, undressing, down in the hollow, where butterflies feasted upon swords of silver paper; where the dish cloths in the shadow made pools of yellow.
15 Her line had got tangled; she had given over, and had watched him with the stream rushing between his legs, casting, casting--until, like a thick ingot of silver bent in the middle, the salmon had leapt, had been caught, and she had loved him.
16 In her yellow robe, leaning, with a pillar to support her, a silver arrow in her hand, and a feather in her hair, she led the eye up, down, from the curve to the straight, through glades of greenery and shades of silver, dun and rose into silence.
17 Mrs. Giles Oliver drew the comb through the thick tangle of hair which, after giving the matter her best attention, she had never had shingled or bobbed; and lifted the heavily embossed silver brush that had been a wedding present and had its uses in impressing chambermaids in hotels.
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