1 He rose with a start, his ingenuous face looking as though it had been dipped in crimson: even the reddish tint in his beard seemed to deepen.
2 The maples were orange; the oaks a solid tint of raspberry.
3 "Oh no, but maybe I better," attempted Mrs. Dawson, a tint on her pallid face.
4 As its name imports, it is of an exceedingly rich, mottled tint, with a bestreaked snowy and golden ground, dotted with spots of the deepest crimson and purple.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 94. A Squeeze of the Hand. 5 The spell was soon over, and Mrs. Pontellier could not help wondering if there were not a little imagination responsible for its origin, for the rose tint had never faded from her friend's face.
6 Duncan's eyes followed the movement, and he perceived that the animal just mentioned was beautifully, though faintly, worked in blue tint, on the swarthy breast of the chief.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 22 7 At last, they were all seated at breakfast, while Mary stood at the stove, baking griddle-cakes, which, as they gained the true exact golden-brown tint of perfection, were transferred quite handily to the table.
8 He has just come from the tropics, for his face is dark, and that is not the natural tint of his skin, for his wrists are fair.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER II. THE SCIENCE OF DEDUCTION 9 As you may observe, Mr. Holmes, my hair is somewhat luxuriant, and of a rather peculiar tint of chestnut.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES 10 It was of the same peculiar tint, and the same thickness.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES 11 The face which she turned towards us was of the strangest livid tint, and the features were absolutely devoid of any expression.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In III. The Adventure of The Yellow Face 12 It showed no variation but of tint: green, where rush and moss overgrew the marshes; black, where the dry soil bore only heath.
13 I, in my turn, scrutinised the paper; but saw nothing on it save a few dingy stains of paint where I had tried the tint in my pencil.
14 The thing was as impossible as to mould my irregular features to his correct and classic pattern, to give to my changeable green eyes the sea-blue tint and solemn lustre of his own.
15 As for the upper half of the building, it was, of course, painted the usual tint of unfading yellow.