He knew a way to the north and his own country that the white men did not know--a short cut across an arid plateau where lay water holes of which the white hunters and explorers that had passed from time to time the fringe
of the dry country had never dreamed.
Beyond was a fringe
of excitement, and farther than that fringe
the inflammation had not crept as yet.
At this instant the tapestry was raised and a noble and handsome head, but frightfully pale, appeared under the fringe
Above, the sky would be of a cold blue colour, save for a fringe
of flame-coloured streaks on the horizon that kept turning ever paler and paler; and when the moon had come out there would be wafted through the limpid air the sounds of a frightened bird fluttering, of a bulrush rubbing against its fellows in the gentle breeze, and of a fish rising with a splash.
The mob had insulted him on account of the ostentatious luxury of his wife, whose house was hung with red velvet edged with gold fringe
Finally Governor Belcher gave the chair a cushion of blue damask, with a rich golden fringe
As they passed the straggling hamlets and solitary cabins that fringe
the skirts of the frontier, they would startle their inmates by Indian yells and war-whoops, or regale them with grotesque feats of horsemanship, well suited to their halfsavage appearance.
Such conversational talents as these, we know, will overcome disadvantages of complexion; and young Towers, whose cheeks were of the finest pink, set off by a fringe
of dark whisker, was quite eclipsed by the presence of the sallow Mr.
No eyelashes could be more beautiful than Hetty's; and now, while she walks with her pigeonlike stateliness along the room and looks down on her shoulders bordered by the old black lace, the dark fringe
shows to perfection on her pink cheek.
The speaker was a broadly-built man, whose large, flat, pale face was bounded on the North by a fringe
of hair, on the East and West by a fringe
of whisker, and on the South by a fringe
of beard--the whole constituting a uniform halo of stubbly whitey-brown bristles.
She threw her tasselled aegis about her shoulders, wreathed round with Rout as with a fringe
, and on it were Strife, and Strength, and Panic whose blood runs cold; moreover there was the head of the dread monster Gorgon, grim and awful to behold, portent of aegis-bearing Jove.
Your mother is quite anxious about it, but cannot very well spare time to sit down herself, because of her fringe