Look at those big gray eyes and that beautiful red hair!
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
The sun turned the dunes orange red and then quickly sank, leaving them in pre-moon darkness.
The only bait he could find was a bright red blossom from a flower; but he knew fishes are easy to fool if anything bright attracts their attention, so he decided to try the blossom.
Some called them "red-coats."
Alex turned red when Carmen stepped forward.
I have watered the red huckleberry, the sand cherry and the nettle-tree, the red pine and the black ash, the white grape and the yellow violet, which might have withered else in dry seasons.
The dusty captain surveyed the gathering with red rimed eyes that came to rest on the Frenchman.
He held out a bottle of red water.
I have laughed at the poor duck, with the red rag tied round its leg.
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
Don't forget the mess of red hair and freckles.
Zach jerked suddenly, knocking his cap off and exposing a scalp full of red hair.
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.
The Red Sox were in town to take on the Yankees, a revered experience for us died hard fans.
He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes.
There was interest in his glowing red eyes, and she rested the palms of her hands on the knives at her belt.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
I remember in autumn of '87 thinking it was perfectly reasonable to take the red 1964 Corvair convertible for a test drive, despite its lack of functioning brakes.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
His red shock of hair stood up like a flame as he glared down at her.
From the porch we could see the huddled figure of Howie Abbott sitting under a large red umbrella on the edge of the pier.
Betsy's red-eye flight for Chicago left at seven and I kissed her as she stepped into her cab at the curb.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
All of them wore eerie red contact lenses.
After adding a bottom border, she changed to the red icing.
Of course, the little red truck Dad had been drooling over.
Standing at the mailbox, it occurred to her that the red flag would be exactly that for Yancey.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.
Cotton has pretty white and red flowers on it.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.
"Oh, she nearly knocked our gentleman's hat off!" cried the red-faced humorist, showing his teeth chaffing Pierre.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.
The general in charge of the stores galloped after the carriage with a red and frightened face, whipping up his skinny horse.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
Carmen and Destiny dressed mother/daughter style in red/green/yellow plaid blouses and hunter green jeans.
Corn seasoned with red bell peppers and black beans made a colorful vegetable.
"There's enough rock here to build a housing development," she commented as they worked their way across a jumble of flat red rocks.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
She knew her face was as red as his.
A red brick municipal building stood at the far end of the street ahead of us.
Just then, an elderly woman emerged from the back of the red brick structure.
She claims a red headed young guy took real good care of her, fed her and let her play video games.
I immediately knew where I was; on the carousel because I was spinning slowly around while blue and red lights revolved around the room.
Twelve dollars later I was let off at a shabby red brick building in a section of town where no tour busses stop.
She hopped down, oblivious to the attention channeled her way by the red-eyed men around her.
Red crept up her features, and she looked away.
"I don't do one night stands, Dusty," she said, face red again.
The man's face was red with shame this time.
Her swirling silver eyes were red with tears.
The devil reached over to Darian, placing a hand on his red forehead.
In that moment, she almost felt a human connection to the creature with the red eyes.
She recognized Damian and Darian as they neared and crept closer to Jule at the sight of the strange man with red glowing eyes.
And this … thing—" Damian indicated the man with red eyes "—is Charles.
The low growl drew her attention behind her, where the red-eyed man materialized beside Damian.
You look like Charles with those red eyes.
The third time that he thrust out the weapon there was a loud roar and a fall, and suddenly at his feet appeared the form of a great red bear, which was nearly as big as the horse and much stronger and fiercer.
The ends of the wooden legs were shod with plates of solid gold, and the saddle of the Princess Ozma, which was of red leather set with sparkling diamonds, was strapped to the clumsy body.
It was that of a boy carrying a basket of ripe red cherries.
There was one such king who had four sons, Ethelbald, Ethelbert, Ethelred, and Alfred. The three older boys were sturdy, half-grown lads; the youngest, Alfred, was a slender, fair-haired child.
A tall man who wore a long red cloak seemed to be the leader of the company.
In every cell of your body except your red blood cells exists a copy of your DNA.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
She has on a pretty red dress.
I do miss Red Farm and the dear ones there dreadfully; but I am not unhappy.
It began to pull and tug, and lo, the wires broke, and off went the great red dragon, and poor Dr. Bell stood looking forlornly after it.
She is sitting by me as I write, her face serene and happy, crocheting a long red chain of Scotch wool.
We had Helen's picture taken with a fuzzy, red-eyed little poodle, who got himself into my lady's good graces by tricks and cunning devices known only to dogs with an instinct for getting what they want.
She has made me repeat the story of little Red Riding Hood so often that I believe I could say it backward.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Perhaps this was a confused recollection of the story I had heard not long before about Red Riding Hood.
Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black.
The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black.
I had often since seen its crumpled red velvety blossom supported by the stems of other plants without knowing it to be the same.
Usually the red squirrel (Sciurus Hudsonius) waked me in the dawn, coursing over the roof and up and down the sides of the house, as if sent out of the woods for this purpose.
All day long the red squirrels came and went, and afforded me much entertainment by their manoeuvres.
On the 13th of March, after I had heard the bluebird, song sparrow, and red-wing, the ice was still nearly a foot thick.
The faint silvery warblings were heard over the partially bare and moist fields from the bluebird, the song sparrow, and the red-wing, as if the last flakes of winter tinkled as they fell!
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
The second princess had just come from the sickroom with her eyes red from weeping and sat down beside Dr. Lorrain, who was sitting in a graceful pose under a portrait of Catherine, leaning his elbow on a table.
The part of the room behind the columns, with a high silk-curtained mahogany bedstead on one side and on the other an immense case containing icons, was brightly illuminated with red light like a Russian church during evening service.
At the sight of the letter red patches showed themselves on the princess' face.
Red patches appeared on Princess Mary's face and she was silent as if she felt guilty.
The hussar at that moment noticed the face of the red-nosed captain and his drawn-in stomach, and mimicked his expression and pose with such exactitude that Nesvitski could not help laughing.
Denisov was a small man with a red face, sparkling black eyes, and black tousled mustache and hair.
Rostov, growing red and pale alternately, looked first at one officer and then at the other.
Down below, the little town could be seen with its white, red-roofed houses, its cathedral, and its bridge, on both sides of which streamed jostling masses of Russian troops.
A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
Nesvitski looked round and saw, some fifteen paces away but separated by the living mass of moving infantry, Vaska Denisov, red and shaggy, with his cap on the back of his black head and a cloak hanging jauntily over his shoulder.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
"Captain Tushin's, your excellency!" shouted the red-haired, freckled gunner in a merry voice, standing to attention.
Prince Andrew, walking beside Bagration, could clearly distinguish their bandoliers, red epaulets, and even their faces.
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
Irresistible drowsiness overpowered him, red rings danced before his eyes, and the impression of those voices and faces and a sense of loneliness merged with the physical pain.
And this someone was he--the devil--and he was also this man with the white forehead, black eyebrows, and red lips.
Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.
He was breathless with agitation, his face was red, and when he heard some French spoken he at once began speaking to the officers, addressing first one, then another.
Nesvitski with an angry face, red and unlike himself, was shouting to Kutuzov that if he did not ride away at once he would certainly be taken prisoner.
He now saw clearly the figure of a red-haired gunner with his shako knocked awry, pulling one end of a mop while a French soldier tugged at the other.
Why doesn't the red-haired gunner run away as he is unarmed?
Hardly had the Horse Guards passed Rostov before he heard them shout, "Hurrah!" and looking back saw that their foremost ranks were mixed up with some foreign cavalry with red epaulets, probably French.
Sonya too, all rosy red, clung to his arm and, radiant with bliss, looked eagerly toward his eyes, waiting for the look for which she longed.
She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him a red scar on her long, slender, delicate arm, high above the elbow on that part that is covered even by a ball dress.
In a corner of the room something red and tiny gave a grunt and squealed in Mary Bogdanovna's trembling white hands.
The wet nurse supported the coverlet with her chin, while the priest with a goose feather anointed the boy's little red and wrinkled soles and palms.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
Prince Andrew stood leaning on the railing of the raft listening to Pierre, and he gazed with his eyes fixed on the red reflection of the sun gleaming on the blue waters.
Princess Mary really was disconcerted and red patches came on her face when they went in.
The members of his suite, guessing at once what he wanted, moved about and whispered as they passed something from one to another, and a page--the same one Rostov had seen the previous evening at Boris'--ran forward and, bowing respectfully over the outstretched hand and not keeping it waiting a moment, laid in it an Order on a red ribbon.
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
Bezukhov, now, is blue, dark-blue and red, and he is square.
Police were stationed at the brightly lit entrance which was carpeted with red baize, and not only gendarmes but dozens of police officers and even the police master himself stood at the porch.
Carriages kept driving away and fresh ones arriving, with red-liveried footmen and footmen in plumed hats.
She understood all that awaited her only when, after stepping over the red baize at the entrance, she entered the hall, took off her fur cloak, and, beside Sonya and in front of her mother, mounted the brightly illuminated stairs between the flowers.
Then with no less fear and delight they saw how the young count, red in the face and with bloodshot eyes, dragged Mitenka out by the scruff of the neck and applied his foot and knee to his behind with great agility at convenient moments between the words, shouting, Be off!
He saw the whips in their red caps galloping along the edge of the ravine, he even saw the hounds, and was expecting a fox to show itself at any moment on the ryefield opposite.
The huntsman standing in the hollow moved and loosed his borzois, and Nicholas saw a queer, short-legged red fox with a fine brush going hard across the field.
Two huntsmen galloped up to the dogs; one in a red cap, the other, a stranger, in a green coat.
Rostov was particularly struck by the beauty of a small, pure-bred, red- spotted bitch on Ilagin's leash, slender but with muscles like steel, a delicate muzzle, and prominent black eyes.
In the middle of a sober conversation begun by Ilagin about the year's harvest, Nicholas pointed to the red-spotted bitch.
Yes, she's a good dog, gets what she's after, answered Ilagin indifferently, of the red-spotted bitch Erza, for which, a year before, he had given a neighbor three families of house serfs.
"Rugayushka!" he added, involuntarily by this diminutive expressing his affection and the hopes he placed on this red borzoi.
For a long time they continued to look at red Rugay who, his arched back spattered with mud and clanking the ring of his leash, walked along just behind "Uncle's" horse with the serene air of a conqueror.
In the village through which they passed there were red lights and a cheerful smell of smoke.
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
She came in to dinner with red eyes.
In the center of the stage sat some girls in red bodices and white skirts.
Natasha looked round at her, and then, red and trembling, threw a frightened look of inquiry at Anatole and moved toward the door.
Balaga was a fair-haired, short, and snub-nosed peasant of about twenty- seven; red-faced, with a particularly red thick neck, glittering little eyes, and a small beard.
After refusing it for manners' sake, he drank it and wiped his mouth with a red silk handkerchief he took out of his cap.
Arakcheev looked at the Emperor from under his brow and, sniffing with his red nose, stepped forward from the crowd as if expecting the Emperor to address him.
He wore a red mantle, and stretched his long legs forward in French fashion.
Petya was now a handsome rosy lad of fifteen with full red lips and resembled Natasha.
But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of red cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back--the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the procession: the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption--and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard that suddenly everything grew dim before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard's cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually.
The flogging was only just over, and the executioner was releasing from the flogging bench a stout man with red whiskers, in blue stockings and a green jacket, who was moaning piteously.
The red-nosed Captain Timokhin, formerly Dolokhov's squadron commander, but now from lack of officers a battalion commander, shyly entered the shed followed by an adjutant and the regimental paymaster.
A crowd of military men was assembled there, members of the staff could be heard conversing in French, and Kutuzov's gray head in a white cap with a red band was visible, his gray nape sunk between his shoulders.
The officer's face was red and perspiring and his eyes glittered under his frowning brow.
The red-faced man was still twitching, but they did not carry him away.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
A shopkeeper with red pimples on his cheeks near the nose, and a calm, persistent, calculating expression on his plump face, hurriedly and ostentatiously approached the officer, swinging his arms.
His dressing gown was unfastened, his face red and distorted.
His face grew red and was covered with perspiration.
In that world some structure was still being erected and did not fall, something was still stretching out, and the candle with its red halo was still burning, and the same shirtlike sphinx lay near the door; but besides all this something creaked, there was a whiff of fresh air, and a new white sphinx appeared, standing at the door.
She not only remembered what she had then said--that he turned to look at her and smiled and was covered with something red--but was firmly convinced that she had then seen and said that he was covered with a pink quilt and that his eyes were closed.
"Put that down, that's bad... very bad," sternly remarked the general with the white mustache and red flushed face.
To the right and left of the post stood rows of French troops in blue uniforms with red epaulets and high boots and shakos.
In the middle of the room a short handsome general with a red face was dancing the trepak with much spirit and agility.
Its members will be distinguished by a red ribbon worn across the shoulder, and the mayor of the city will wear a white belt as well.
But when not on duty they will only wear a red ribbon round the left arm.
The huge, endless bivouac that had previously resounded with the crackling of campfires and the voices of many men had grown quiet, the red campfires were growing paler and dying down.
Perhaps the red spot was a fire, or it might be the eye of an enormous monster.
His sleeves were rolled up and his sinewy, hairy, red hands with their short fingers deftly turned the ramrod.
Most of them were disfigured by frost-bitten noses and cheeks, and nearly all had red, swollen and festering eyes.
Fetch some more wood! shouted a red-haired and red-faced man, screwing up his eyes and blinking because of the smoke but not moving back from the fire.
This red-haired man was neither a sergeant nor a corporal, but being robust he ordered about those weaker than himself.
"Look out, your soles will fly off!" shouted the red-haired man, noticing that the sole of the dancer's boot was hanging loose.
Ramballe refused food and resting his head on his elbow lay silent beside the campfire, looking at the Russian soldiers with red and vacant eyes.
I will call round in case you have any commissions for me, said he, standing before Princess Mary and turning red, but not taking his departure.
Countess Mary turned red and then pale, but continued to sit with head bowed and lips compressed and gave her husband no reply.
Felipa was wearing a perky red satin gown with spaghetti straps and full skirt.
In the ensuing darkness, red and blue lights flashed his shadow on the wet grass.
She must look a sight with red swollen eyes.
To her right was a blackberry thicket laden with berries – mostly red, but some dark.
I saw something red up there in the rocks.
He flew in from Santa Barbara, California on a red-eye.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
Jonny opened his eyes, and the red ring around his irises was gone.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
Don't talk to strangers, and if you see someone with red eyes, run like hell back to Dusty.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
Whatever was in the hallway distracted Dusty again, and red splashed across his forearm as Talon's blow grazed him.
His face blazed red from exertion, his eyes glowing brightly.
Her hair was fiery red and curly, her frame tall and slender.
She stared at the towering man with red eyes, not sensing him at all.
Charles' eyes glowed red in the night.
It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war; the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other.
She flushed, her beautiful eyes grew dim, red blotches came on her face, and it took on the unattractive martyrlike expression it so often wore, as she submitted herself to Mademoiselle Bourienne and Lise.
The boy held on to the hussar with cold, red hands, and raising his eyebrows gazed about him with surprise.
Down below, a man wearing something red was running through the marsh.
Felipa smiled as she expertly tied a big red bow.
It was very exciting at that season to roam the then boundless chestnut woods of Lincoln--they now sleep their long sleep under the railroad--with a bag on my shoulder, and a stick to open burs with in my hand, for I did not always wait for the frost, amid the rustling of leaves and the loud reproofs of the red squirrels and the jays, whose half-consumed nuts I sometimes stole, for the burs which they had selected were sure to contain sound ones.
I had another tree friend, gentle and more approachable than the great oak--a linden that grew in the dooryard at Red Farm.