Concordance for The fate of the Dane and other stories / by Anna Hanson Dorsey.

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1.   roud invader her kings with standard of green unfurled the When Led Red-Branch knight
2. standard of green unfurled the When Led Red-Branch knights to danger Ere the emeral
3. their beautiful They will point to the gray ruins of the Dan- and with kindling eye
4. he usurper reared in his pride, and the gray Towers— mystery as the Sphynx which o
5. ion and legend, so picturesque in their gray decay, where the wild rose and ivy clin
6. The sky looked stormy and threatening. Red gleams of sunlight shot out between the
7. gleams of sunlight shot out between the gray cloud rifts, and the waves rolled in wi
8. the wind, which dashed back the coarse black hair from his face, revealing an ample
9. ed — as to myself, I am no pittiogae" red Owen, while the deepened in his cheeks,
10. oar, with his gaze fixed either on the white smoke drifting away from the Druid's To
11. hey landed at Inniscathy. down, and the gray ruins of the churches of St. Senanus lo
12. s Tower brightened and gleamed like the red glare of the full ; moon when she rises
13. man arrayed Oriental attire. his long, white A and tarnished turban wrapped his head
14. ifted his head, and from underneath his white, shaggy eyebrows surveyed him from head
15. kind, unless the kindling of his small, gray eyes, set far back in their sockets, mi
16. rene air anon the graceful forms of the red deer, bounding from the hill-sides tow-
17. ribable glory, softly after its and the blue shadows crept THE FATE OF THE DANE. nou
18. of wild indignation, and the hot blood, purple with shame at the degradation of his ro
19. rending the heart of J:he king. A pale green tunic of silk, over which was thrown a
20. erness softened the lustre of her large brown eyes, and the elo- quent blood, impelle
21. ul face, and tenderly kissing her broad white forehead. " My And ; father ! who else
22. hem. and stalwart figure. His eyes were blue and glittering, his forehead was well m
23. her honor," said the king, lifting his gray head proudly up. " Henceforth I will sh
24. d with silver — in a willow number of white silken veils, softly piled covered embr
25. at last ing door, a train of veiled and white-robed maidens came in, and with slow an
26. ear not, ere another sun rises o'er the blue wave Erin will have burst her chains, a
27. ward the sumptuous banquet, where rich, red wines sparkled brighter than the gold a
28. lty heart, and the death-throe on their white, shivering lips.* And Leatha the young
29. n some vital part. As twilight came on, purple and jewelled with stars, and musical wi
30. ANE. 5 CHAPTER V. Mr. WlLMOT rolled the yellow, stained parchment on which the narrati
31. It it is is probably some old enough of white hairs, brave, fellow, just to serve you
32. ible one, covered with heavy tresses of black silky hair partially di- — — ; shev
33. lls that enclosed the prison — at the black frowning building whose windows were al
34. We ing to her mother. grasped the round white arm of the agonized girl in his rough b
35. e arm of the agonized girl in his rough brown hand, and said jailer The angrily " Do
36. aid Madame Lajolais, as she pressed her white lips to the round, fair fore- head of h
37. standing near her, who had on a coarse, brown serge dress, a white linen apron with p
38. o had on a coarse, brown serge dress, a white linen apron with pockets, and a straw h
39. and a straw hat, trimmed with a band of brown velvet into which she had stuck a if ;
40. und, pleasant face, lit up by a pair of brown eyes from which tears were streaming on
41. nothing to amuse I I9 me in the little green pavilion tour of inspection was thought
42. h seeing she looked so beautiful in her white muslin dress and delicate green ribbons
43. in her white muslin dress and delicate green ribbons, with her blonde hair twisted t
44. then tak- she wrapped kerchief. " I it brown bread from the plate, carefully up in h
45. a suit of the court-yard at the — — blue, faced with scarlet. your business ?" h
46. and the sofas and chaircushions were of green damask, with beautiful There was an flo
47. aving Marie just within the door of the green salon, she stood as if ; ; — ; rooted
48. gure simply dressed in fine transparent white muslin, over skirts of delicate blue. 4
49. t white muslin, over skirts of delicate blue. 44 THE STORY OF A BRAVE GIRL. Some mom
50. ceal the tears that suffused her lovely blue eyes then she laid her hand caressingly
51. ; face is like alabaster, her eyes are blue, large and shaded by — when she looks
52. his moment grief she looked angelic. As white as snow, imparted to her features an ex
53. e bathed in tears, she raised her great blue eyes to ; 60 his, THE STORY OF A BRAVE
54. em. Now go. " Susette smoothed her soft brown hair with her hands, shook the threads
55. ark serge dress, pulled down her little white apron, snatched a glimpse of herself in
56. , they said, trust their boats out in a white they were not built for it, and would g
57. who leaned almost lifeless against the gray rocks, incapable of speech or motion. I
58. the fishboats and rowed out towards the black speck that we could just see beating up
59. uld just see beating up and down on the white capped waves. The little skiff that wen
60. rning with the sunlight gleaming on her white sails, bearing such a freight of life,
61. the broad rosy sunshine lay athwart her white face, making it very radiant, and there
62. nce that day on the sands, had grown as white as snow my face was colorless. I was ol
63. eadfully new until my eye rested on the gray parsonage of St. Paul's, half hidden by
64. knew me there, and if any one saw me a white-haired stranger making so free, they mi
65. here I had no right then I walked on. A red glow from the setting sun burnished eve
66. happy homes, the marble monuments, the red shot-towers, and golden vanes upon the
67. ened vestibule, suffused with the blood-red glow of the face of a friend, ; ; —
68. hich were loaded with great clusters of purple and wine-colored grapes the golden ligh
69. s of her class. A turban of scarlet and yellow plaid a real Madras was arranged tastef
70. carefully over each eyebrow another of blue and pink was folded around her neck, cr
71. ark bosom a flowered chintz dress and a white muslin apron bordered with red, complet
72. and a white muslin apron bordered with red, completed her attire and surely the Qu
73. flitted down the garden walk, gathering white and crimson chrysanthemums and geranium
74. tty picture, as she stood in her simple white robes, which floated in full diaphanous
75. y bending over her task, placing here a white flower beside the red grapes, there a d
76. placing here a white flower beside the red grapes, there a deep crimson one agains
77. pes, there a deep crimson one against a purple cluster, with geran- ium leaves all ple
78. ers, in his dark, picturesque dress and white plaited frills the man, whose hand he h
79. hose hand he held, in velveteen jacket, blue and white striped trousers ending at th
80. he held, in velveteen jacket, blue and white striped trousers ending at the knee, an
81. his air was humble and gentle, and the red blood flowed softly through the clear o
82. ks. remarkable beauty of his large dark-blue eyes ; ; his straight, chiseled nose, h
83. is straight, chiseled nose, his flowing brown is hair and beard. like " His face," sh
84. 19 loaded vines all tinted by the rich red and golden lights of the setting sun, w
85. dignant right — tears in his handsome black eyes. " No, I don't like poor white tra
86. ome black eyes. " No, I don't like poor white trash, nohow. ! nigger's chile, them !
87. window enjoying the whole scene the now red and golden light, the vines, offered to
88. and the no less picturesque costume of black Nannie under the and thought of the fai
89. saw a strange dreamy look in his large black eyes, which convinced her that his thou
90. yer-book, 23 or hearing her talk of the white- winged angels who watch over little ch
91. lt a deep responsibility for the little white souls committed to her care she tried t
92. over the garden, their snowy wings with red, or purple and gold their swelling ; Se
93. garden, their snowy wings with red, or purple and gold their swelling ; September eve
94. odors on the evening air there were the purple clusters of luscious grapes hanging hea
95. in' or other he's cotch from " you poor white trash. G'long I say " Please, 'm gimme
96. while the great tears rolling over her black cheeks Sobbing and crying, and rocking
97. g heavily, and she saw that he was very white. She called him, then tried to rouse hi
98. ke a silent tide the sorlay He upon the white pillow — rowful silence of that darke
99. elashes lay like a dark shadow upon the white cheeks, and his beautiful finely-cut fe
100. s— think of them!" said the venerable white-haired priest, holding her cold hands a
101. ake him from i THE STORY OF MANUEL. me? white 33 Oh, Father face lifted " ! ' ! she w
102. e doctor said it was death Then a deep, white, bitter stillness settled upon the sorr
103. ked wonderingly at her out of his great black eyes, as if to ask why he should not kn
104. e are marching all the same towards the black shadows, the crucifixions and And how t
105. ays," said Manuel, fixing his beautiful black eyes, the fire. full of a dreamy expres
106. to a region heretofore unvisited by the white man, and peopled by hostile tribes of s
107. y their In such numbers did they alight black wings. that the boughs of the trees wer
108. head to her bosom, smoothing his rich, brown hair tenderly. They were alone, and I l
109. her hair. She has on a pink dress and a white ruffled apron." It was a pleasant visio
110. of his face, his half-closed eyes, the white lips fallen apart from utter weakness,
111. e east, which was pulsing with veins of red and glowing with pale flashes of gold,
112. e she was near the window, watching the gray mists drifting by, assuming strange, we
113. ." She went in to Manuel, who lay back, white and exhausted, on his pillow. She got o
114. s pillow. She got out a strip of narrow white ribbon and strung the medal upon it, he
115. is mother on a low cushion, holding his purple, swollen feet in her lap, as in a tende
116. contrite tears of Manuel his eyes were red and swollen, and his face yet stained w
117. less stream in of was dripping over his white cheeks, sweet balms giving refreshment
118. ing him to* Himself when his soul was " white as snow " and crowned with the glisteni
119. d eyes closed with utter weariness, the purple, the beautiful features suffering dis-
120. his high delicate features, the long, black lashes sweeping the marble cheeks, the
121. es sweeping the marble cheeks, the soft brown beard, flowing in waves around his stil
122. that night to look at him, as he lay so white and calm in the radiance of the blessed
123. t a smile lit up her face scarcely less white than his she kissed feet, his forehead,
124. the bough, then we saw fluttered an its white wings was lost in the darkness. This li
125. Him who its can stains and make it " as white as wool." The Story of Manuel is no str
126. the sides of the rugged mountains, soft purple shadows that creep slowly up, to throw
127. up, to throw a twilight mantle over the white shining mists that like bridal veils cr
128. in the last level rays of the sun, with white agonized face clings shrieking to his a
129. ENT of todi. saw, pillowed on a fold of purple cloud, the even- from behind the mounta
130. and fixing a look of rapt belief on the blue depths above, as far as his eyes could
131. hed on the mountain side. The groves of orange and citron, loaded with blossoms and fr
132. he dead his glazed eyes. — ; ; ; grew white and drawn, while the veins in his templ
133. took place night, by One figure wrapped black cloak walked by the bier, and stood, wi
134. oak walked by the bier, and stood, with white face, and quite motionless, while the b
135. isible in his face; he was as still and white as the image of the marble saint near w
136. existed. under the still calm of those white chiselled feat- — ares a stern, remor
137. etti gazing sadly, it is true, upon the white, drawn features of the old patrician as
138. k greens, and heavy odorous blossoms of white and pale rosecolor, decorating the vase
139. accepted by " Him who sits on the great white throne " in his behalf, whose good work
140. ioned with Lyons silk of rose color and blue, spangled with gold. It will have alrea
141. h spangled Lyons silk of rose-color and blue ? There was not one who would not have
142. ountains, about whose shadowy sides the blue mists still lingered jets of glittering
143. the long narrow vista between the tall gray houses on either side. It was plain to
144. ing any to follow him, he bore her to a green, shaded spot where only a low murmur fr
145. r there was a tremulous movement of her white, dying lips, and bending down his ear,
146. ess beauty " Leave that as of the still white face, and said it is/' then went out of
147. ODI. 6l the dead, his hair grown nearly white, and his stately form so bowed within a
148. n and earth only to wrap himself in the purple and fine linen where with the pride of
149. les and cheeks sunken, his beard almost white entered and knelt before the Abbot, who
150. heeks, and glistened like jewels on his gray, tangled beard. The good Abbot's impuls
151. d to a lonely chapel built up among the gray cliffs, dedicated to the Mother of Sorr
152. ." Every hand remained folded under the brown ; ; ; serge thin, sleeves except the Pr
153. except the Prior's — which, long, and white, gleamed steady for a moment in No word

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