Phrases with "pink"

The landlady heard us come in, and stumbled out in a pink silk wrapper. Ten Days That Shook the World by John Reed

Ford Madox Ford But the brick pink of his complexion, running perfectly level to the brick pink of his inner eyelids, gave them a curious, sinister expressionlike a mosaic of blue porcelain set in pink china. The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford

A handsome middle-aged lady in dark velvet; a gentleman who might be her son — the best face, the finest figure, I thought, I had ever seen; a third person in a pink dress and black lace mantle. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

The young man held the painter in his hand; was dressed in immaculate white flannel, wore a pink and white striped shirt, and a waist-handkerchief of crimson silk. A Marriage by Ella D'Arcy [1896]

Rudyard Kipling Strickland looked and said, ‘It was only pink this morning. Life’s Handicap by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

His pink face burnt like a flame. Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. Hornung [1909]

H. G. Wells The nose — it was the stranger’s nose! pink and shining — rolled on the floor. The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells [1897]

Margaret Oliphant Some manufactured festoons of evergreens, some concocted pink and white roses in paper to embellish the same. Salem Chapel by Margaret Oliphant [1862]

Look at this beautiful pink one, so dainty and so fragile, and with the colours in it of the hands of a babe. Gentlemen of Crime by Arthur Gask [1932]

The children were a rich brown pink apparently all over, and the ancient Miss Jones was a jet-beaded mass of bridling gratitude and self-importance. The Stars in their Courses by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

Katherine Mansfield She loved to stand behind the counter, cutting up slices of Anna’s marvellous chocolate-spotted confections, or doing up packets of sugar almonds in pink and blue striped bags. In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield [1911]

John Galsworthy Again his tail fluttered feebly; a pink tongue showed for a moment as though to make certain of his lips. Flowering Wilderness by John Galsworthy

Virginia Woolf The light burns behind yellow blinds and pink blinds, and above fanlights, and down in basement windows. Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf [1920]

It might make a good madhouse,” she added, thoughtfully, her eyes on the high pink wall beyond the window; and Robert saw Kevin’s glance flash over her and run away again. The Franchise Affair by Josephine Tey

Henry Handel Richardson A red velvet dress flounced with satin, a pink gauze bonnet, white satin shoes and white silk stockings met their fancy. Australia Felix by Henry Handel Richardson

The pink faded before our gaze, the bronze turned a sickly sallow; and there stood Teddy Garland as if glued to the bureau behind him, clutching its edge with all his might. Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. Hornung [1909]

Marjorie Bowen But the impression made was not of a pink and fresh complexion, but of a yellow countenance rouged. The Sign-Painter and the Crystal Fishes by Marjorie Bowen

Henry James He turned his back without more ceremony upon the pink dress and went out of the box. The American by Henry James [1877]

D. H. Lawrence Did ever you see such a pink face?” “And the braid binding!” said Miss Pinnegar in indignation. The Lost Girl by D. H. Lawrence

E. Phillips Oppenheim She looked at him across the little cluster of pink roses. The Passionate Quest by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1924]

Anthony Trollope She looked back to her own struggles during that evening in the bedroom, and could see the woman as she sat struggling, in her pale pink dressing-gown, to escape from the necessity of promising. Kept in the Dark by Anthony Trollope [1882]

One, for example, would have a scarlet satin petticoat, and over it a pink satin robe, with scarlet ribbons to match. Life in Mexico by Frances Calderon de la Barca [1843]

E. Phillips Oppenheim I notice her smart hat and long driving coat, and the pink colour underneath her veil, which tells of a rapid drive here. The Postmaster of Market Deignton by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

Edith Wharton He halted before a shop window displaying flowers in gilt baskets, or mounted in clusters tied with big pink bows. Hudson River Bracketed by Edith Wharton [1929]

George Eliot For her hat was trimmed with pink, and her frock had pink spots, sprinkled on a white ground. Adam Bede by George Eliot [1859]

Like a pink tent, he set it over the desert. Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West [1933]

Rudyard Kipling One evening Bat said, ‘There is a Baby in the Cave. He is new and pink and fat and small, and the Woman is very fond of him. Just So Stories for Little Children by Rudyard Kipling [1902]

Haven’t you?” “No,” said Di. “I distrust a man who talks seriously over a pink ice the first time I meet him. Diana Tempest by Mary Cholmondeley [1893]

Willa Cather Put the two pink ones in this room, and the red one in the drawing-room. Alexander’s Bridge by Willa Cather [1912]

She wore her grey silk gown that night, which always seemed to make her look taller and thinner than ever, and a white lace cap with pink ribbons. Robert Ashton’s Wedding-day by Ellen Wood [1870]

The sky, where the sun had set, was all pink and purple and primrose. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

I watched the sky change from palest gold to pink and then to smouldering fire. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Virginia Woolf They dressed well too; pink stockings; pretty shoes. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf [1925]

D.H. Lawrence It is large, pink and cream, rising up to a square tower in the centre, throwing off a painted loggia at either extreme of the façade. Twilight in Italy by D.H. Lawrence [1916]

Gertrude Stein They are the same as a little chain, they have the color early, they see the time and they need no wine and they secure the distaste of pink pepper. Geography and Plays by Gertrude Stein

H. G. Wells He saw white roses, virginal white, roses of cream and pink and crimson, the tints of flesh and pearl, rich, a mass of scented colour, visible odours, and in the midst of them a note of sullen red. Love and Mr Lewisham by H. G. Wells [1900]

Isabella Bird Showy varieties of blue and white campanulas, a pink mallow, a large blue geranium, chicory, the blue cornflower, and the scarlet poppy all grow among the crops. Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan by Isabella Bird [1891]

Thomas Hardy The young men wore blue and white rosettes, and with a flush on their faces footed it to the girls, who, with the excitement and the exercise, blushed deeper than the pink of their numerous ribbons. Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy

Beads of moisture stood out all over his pink face. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

F. Scott Fitzgerald The other decorations were neckties and a pink man reading a pink paper devoted to ladies in pink tights. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Henry Handel Richardson Just outside the window a quince-tree in full blossom reared extravagant masses of pink snow against the blue overhead; beyond it a covered walk of vines shone golden-green. Australia Felix by Henry Handel Richardson

Sinclair Lewis But if I wanted to marry a pink who wanted to marry me, I sure would. Kingsblood Royal by Sinclair Lewis

Elizabeth Von Arnim The spring boxes for the verandah steps have been filled with pink and white and yellow tulips. Elizabeth and her German Garden by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1898]

H. G. Wells Why, his nose is as pink as paint!” “That’s true,” said Fearenside. “I knows that. The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells [1897]

Edith Wharton They took a turn to the left and stopped for a moment to look back at the long pink house-front, plainer, friendlier, less adorned than on the side toward the court. The Reef by Edith Wharton [1912]

Oscar Wilde Two tiny slippers with big pink rosettes peeped out beneath her dress as she walked. A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde

Algernon Blackwood It was difficult to distinguish exactly where his head and body joined in that circle of glistening hair; only a black satin nose and a tiny tip of pink tongue betrayed the secret. John Silence by Algernon Blackwood

George Meredith She showed me a beautiful little pink bed, having a crown over it, in a room opening to my father’s. The Adventures of Harry Richmond by George Meredith [1871]

A gallery of monstrous doll-faces — pink vacuous faces, full of goofy optimism. Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell

F. Scott Fitzgerald She was so near now that Dexter could see her bathing-suit, which consisted apparently of pink rompers. All the Sad Young Men by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1926]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Sally Carrol Hopper, blonde and lazy-eyed, appeared clad in her favorite pink and blinking like an awakened rose. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

H. G. Wells Margaret, a pink inarticulate lump, scrabbled in the warm sand under Jessica’s care. The Passionate Friends by H. G. Wells [1913]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Gustav himself conducted them to a small table laid for two, covered with pink roses, and handed his fair client the menu of a specially ordered supper. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

Virginia Woolf April had burst their buds, and they bore large blossoms among their glossy green leaves with petals of a thick wax-like substance coloured an exquisite cream or pink or deep crimson. The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf [1915]

Who wants a car, anyway? The pink doll-faces of upper-class women gazed at him through the car window. Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell

Wilkie Collins I must blow off the steam, or I shall explode in my pink jacket on the spot!” The old madness seized on him again. The Law and the Lady by Wilkie Collins [1875]

Anatole France A pink light appeared eastwards on the horizon. At the Sign of the Reine Pédauque by Anatole France

E. F. Benson His face was pink and round, with blue eyes, a short nose and very red lips. Queen Lucia by E. F. Benson [1920]

The new travelling-bag, with monograms in pink coral on silver-gilt, a wedding present from Captain Winstanley, occupied the place of honour in Mrs. Tempest’s dressing-room. Vixen by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1879]

D. H. Lawrence This year the elder flowers were widespread over the corner bushes, and the pink roses fluttered high above the hedge. The White Peacock by D. H. Lawrence

Virginia Woolf The pink and white chestnut blossoms rode up and down as the branches moved in the breeze. The Years by Virginia Woolf [1937]

He was like one of Picasso’s great sterile athletes, who brood hopelessly on pink sand, staring at veined marble waves. The Day of the Locust by Nathanael Wes

Suddenly you are breathing cool sweet air that might be that of England, and all round you are green grass, bracken, fir-trees, and hill — women with pink cheeks selling baskets of strawberries. Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell [1938]

Radclyffe Hall It had changed very little in all these years; the wallpaper was the same, though faded now, there were the same pink curtains and chairs, all shabby and reflecting the fallen family fortunes. The Unlit Lamp by Radclyffe Hall

F. Scott Fitzgerald Her pink bare feet scattered the dew before them as she came. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

In her hand is a vase upturned, from which she pours pink and tiny shells and sparkling water. The Last Days of Pompeii by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1834]

Thomas Hardy She wore a white handkerchief to cover her white neck, and a cap on her head with a pink ribbon round it, tied in a bow at the front. The Trumpet-Major by Thomas Hardy [1879]

H. G. Wells The common traffic of the city, the common currency indeed of all the world, was conducted by means of the little brown, green and pink council cheques for small amounts, printed with a blank payee. When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells [1899]

Gaston Leroux The pink and white had returned to the young girl’s cheeks. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux [1910]

About Guy —’ The very brilliant pink which instantly overspread Amy’s face made her mother think her warning more expedient. The Heir of Redclyffe by Charlotte M. Yonge [1853]

George Meredith The door opened, when a noble little boy bounded into the room; followed by a little girl in pink and white, like a streamer in the steps of her brother. Vittoria by George Meredith [1867]

My hear sank as I remembered our free-and-easy studies in the sunny parlour at home, or out in the garden under the pink and white hawthorns sometimes on balmy mornings in the early summer. Milly Darrell by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1873]

As the gush of light streamed across the sky, touches of pink and blue appeared on the horizon, a medley of color, suggestive of a childish attempt at water-color painting. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

Her ladyship was attired in pink crape over bed-furniture, with a low body and short sleeves. Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens [1836]

Cream and yellow, old gold, blue, pink and lavender, the corals flourished in myriad shapes. Tropic Days by E. J. Banfield

Sinclair Lewis For a second she saw nothing in all the pink and brown mass of their faces save the hunger of the two men. Main Street by Sinclair Lewis

Andrew Lang It was of green velvet, scattered over with large golden thistles, and lined inside with silver brocade embroidered with pink roses. The Orange Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Harriet Roe was one, with her pink ribbons, the twisted gold chain showing outside a short-cut velvet jacket. Reality or Delusion? by Ellen Wood [1868]

D. H. Lawrence He was still in trousers and shirt and slippers: but now it was a clean white shirt, and his best black trousers, and new pink and white braces. Aaron’s Rod by D. H. Lawrence

And instead, pink villas fifty yards apart; all over those hills, as far as you can see, villa after villa, with all the gramophones playing the same tune. Burmese Days by George Orwell

Cathy Reed: we never remembered to call her Parrifer. Cathy in her Sunday-going gown and a pink bonnet. Abel Crew by Ellen Wood [1874]

H. G. Wells So came the great discovery like a flood across his mind, pouring over it with the cadence of the hymn and sending a tide of pink in sympathy across his forehead. Love and Mr Lewisham by H. G. Wells [1900]

Virginia Woolf Everything shook as she ran; pink and black spots danced before her eyes as she ran up the door-steps, fitted her key in the latch and opened the hall door. The Years by Virginia Woolf [1937]

Henry James By this time Newman was abreast of the baignoire; the door had been left ajar, and he could see a pink dress inside. The American by Henry James [1877]

A. E. W. Mason Feversham tore open the envelope carelessly, as carelessly read through the telegram, and then sat very still, with his eyes upon the slip of pink paper and his face grown at once extremely grave. The Four Feathers by A. E. W. Mason [1902]

At times, amidst this confusion of ribbons and lace, of silk and velvet, a face was turned round — a pink nose, a pair of blue eyes, a smiling or pouting little mouth. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

Arthur Conan Doyle What a picture she made, with the blue Cornish sea creaming round her giant fore-foot, and the pink western sky with one evening star forming the background to her noble lines. Danger! and other stories by Arthur Conan Doyle [1918]

Margaret Oliphant Perhaps, considering all things, it was not strange that Phœbe should imagine her own pink bloom to have dimmed the young pastor’s appreciation of other beauty. Salem Chapel by Margaret Oliphant [1862]

Anna Katherine Green Mr. Black was not always the pink of politeness even in the presence of ladies. Dark Hollow by Anna Katherine Green

James Joyce Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Ulysses by James Joyce [1922]

Willa Cather His blue eyes were contracted and hard, his curly hair disordered, but his cheeks were as pink as a girl’s, and the little yellow humming-bird moustache on his upper lip was twisted sharp. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

Arthur Conan Doyle Late that night, when the sun had sunk and left only a pink glow in the west, the British commander looked proudly and yet ruefully upon the scene of that terrible epic. The Death Voyage by Arthur Conan Doyle

Katherine Mansfield Did the spirit of romance spread her rose wings only over aristocratic Germany? I went to my room, bound a pink scarf about my hair, and took a volume of Morike’s lyrics into the garden. In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield [1911]

The growing worry on that round pink face was too much for him. The Franchise Affair by Josephine Tey

Ford Madox Ford Opposite the moon was a smirch or two of cloud; pink below, dark purple above; on the more pallid, lower blue of the limpid sky. Some Do Not . . . by Ford Madox Ford [1924]

Sinclair Lewis Set in between the larger boulders were pebbles, pink and brown and earth-colored, which the good bishop had picked up all over the world. Elmer Gantry by Sinclair Lewis

H. G. Wells Montgomery called my attention to certain little pink animals with long hind-legs, that went leaping through the undergrowth. The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells [1896]

Wild roses with pink blooms the size of saucers straggled over the shell-holes round Torre Fabian. Behind the line you met peasants wearing wild roses over their ears. Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell [1938]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Mr. Larkin opened his pink eyelids, and showing his small, light blue eyes, while he maintained his easy and gentlemanlike attitude. The Tenants of Malory by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1867]

E. F. Benson He had a straw-hat on, with a blue riband, a pink shirt and a red tie, rather loose and billowy. Queen Lucia by E. F. Benson [1920]

E. F. Benson She went to Leeds to buy a new bonnet to wear with the black satin, but when she tried it on ‘its pink lining looked infinitely too gay. Charlotte Bronte by E. F. Benson [1932]

Victor Hugo Gwynplaine, indistinctly warned by a vague, rude, but honest misgiving, drew back, but the pink nails clung to his shoulders and restrained him. The Man Who Laughs by Victor Hugo [1869]

Suddenly the venetian blind that hung before the door of a bedroom farther on swayed out before a hand variously ringed to emit a lady in a pink lawn dress with apt embroideries. The hesitation of Miss Anderson by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1903]

He came back carrying a pink and glistening tumbler. Victory by Joseph Conrad [1914]

Gertrude Stein No powder, pink is not a color, any color is an order that is to say if a window is not the same every one has that resemblance. Geography and Plays by Gertrude Stein

Wilkie Collins She wore an adorable invalid jacket of white cambric, trimmed with lace and pink ribbons. Man and Wife by Wilkie Collins [1870]

The Englishman was still engaged on the thick, pink wedge of melon with which the meal began, when the Parisians came out from the inn, crossed the road, and took their seats. In Normandy by Ella D'Arcy [1904]

Henry James It was the game of feeding the beautiful iridescent flame, ruddy and green and gold, blue and pink and amber and silver, with anything they could pick up, anything that would burn and flicker. Crapy Cornelia by Henry James [1909]

The chestnut trees still bore their fragrant spikes of pink and white, and the bees hummed among the roses, trellised on the white-walled house. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Anatole France A fine, pink color rose to her well-rounded cheeks; her eyes, bluish-gray, laughed; and when she talked, the brilliancy of her teeth set off her lips of ardent sweetness. The Red Lily by Anatole France [1894]

He saw a pink dressing-gown, and above it a slender neck and masses of dark hair. The Three Hostages by John Buchan [1924]

Arthur Conan Doyle How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle [1890]

H. G. Wells He sat before the little bundle of crumpled strips of pink and white, perforated, purple stamped and effaced, in a state of extreme astonishment. Marriage by H. G. Wells [1912]

It seemed like five or six enormous pink hay-stacks, leaning for support against one another, with open cracks or fissures between, which came only about half-way down its face. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

Radclyffe Hall In this box were a number of little heaving pink lumps, by the side of which crouched a brownish mouse. The Unlit Lamp by Radclyffe Hall

Edith Wharton The pink house was almost the only one that had not barred its shutters for the dead interval between the seasons. The Gods Arrive by Edith Wharton [1932]

John Galsworthy Come, Pommy!” The dog, who had no say whatever in the matter, put out a pink strip of tongue and licked her nose. On Forsyte ’Change by John Galsworthy

From pink it grew into a kaleidoscope of changing tints until the sun rose like a ball of gold above the sea-line--and day was born to us. The Lust of Hate by Guy Boothby [1898]

Mr. Gish merely presented her a sheaf of assorted angle-worms, neatly bound with a pink ribbon tied into a simple knot. The Fiend’s Delight by Ambrose Bierce [1873]

These jewels, drinking in the sunshine by day, gave it forth during the hours of darkness in a radiance of pink light and a soft effulgence as of moonbeams. The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison [1922]

Anthony Trollope And afterwards it is nice to find himself bright with mahogany tops, buff-tinted breeches, and a pink coat. Hunting Sketches by Anthony Trollope

Benjamin Disraeli Her black hair was braided in Madonnas over a brow like ivory; a deep pure pink spot gave lustre to each cheek. The Young Duke by Benjamin Disraeli [1831]

Elizabeth Von Arnim Every nook and cranny in it was suddenly visible; every nook and cranny, too, in their faces, and the shining dome, like polished pink ivory, of his head. Mr Skeffington by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1940]

Gertrude Stein So the shape is there and the color and the outline and the miserable centre, it is not very likely that there is a centre, a hill is a hill and no hill is contained in a pink tender descender. Tender Buttons by Gertrude Stein [1914]

William Makepeace Thackeray Little did Lady Golloper know what was the cause of the emotion which sent the duckling I was carving into her ladyship’s pink satin lap. The Book of Snobs by William Makepeace Thackeray [1846]

G. K. Chesterton His shirts and waistcoats are covered with bright spots of pink and purple, while his soul is always covered with the sacred shame. Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens by G. K. Chesterton [1911]

Sinclair Lewis And over the fish and pink cakes he was rather sniffy with them about reaching Bristol and the haunts of pirate ships. Selected Short Stories by Sinclair Lewis

D.H. Lawrence Her voice sounded hoarse and common, but whether it was the pink satin in contrast, or a cold, I do not know. Twilight in Italy by D.H. Lawrence [1916]

Andrew Lang It was built of pink marble, so highly polished that the flowers and streams surrounding it were reflected as in a mirror. The Grey Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

F. Scott Fitzgerald LOIS: (Severely) Grow up! JULIE: (Waving a pink arm around the room) The walls reflect the sound, you see. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Abraham Merri They lifted white arms and brown arms, arms shell pink and arms pale amber, beckoning to the rushing, sea-born men-at-arms. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Guy de Maupassant Pauls and Virginias were kissing each other under palm trees bathed in a pink light. Friend Patience (A Way to Wealth) (L'ami Patience) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

How she lost an earring out of her ear: a pink topaz encircled with diamonds. The Other Earring by Ellen Wood [1874]

Near the low mud wall that strolled irresolutely between the house and the hills leaned a bush with a few single pink roses; their petals were floating down under the battering drops. The hesitation of Miss Anderson by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1903]

When Laura visited the hamlet just before the War, the roof had fallen in, the yew hedge had run wild and the flowers were gone, excepting one pink rose which was shedding its petals over the ruin. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Sanker lay with the same pink hue on his cheeks, only deeper; and his eyes were bright and glistening. The Beginning of the End by Ellen Wood [1869]

He’ll buy thee a baby, one of your china sorts with pink cheeks, none of your stuffed rags. Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole [1930]

It was only a couple of miles to Tory Cottage by the way across the hills; I walked fast, and it was barely twelve o’clock when I saw its pink walls and clumps of evergreens below me. Some Experiences of an Irish R.M. by Somerville and Ross [1899]

All pink — as big as mastiffs, with an eye on the top of the head and claws all round their ugly mouths. Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad [1900]

Ivan Turgenev She was paler than usual; on her cheek two patches of pink could just be seen. The Diary of a Superfluous Man and other stories by Ivan Turgenev

H. G. Wells He saw no individuals, he was conscious of a froth of pink faces, of waving arms and garments, he felt the occult influence of a vast crowd pouring over him, buoying him up. When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells [1899]

The façade was the color of diluted mustard and its windows, all double, were framed by pink Moorish columns which supported turnip-shaped lintels. The Day of the Locust by Nathanael Wes

The fires of sunset crept down the vast white precipices before them till every ledge and fold and frozen pinnacle glowed pink colour, and every shadow became an emerald. The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison [1922]

I’m going ashore to buy some pink and blue ribbon, Mr. Crosby, and when I come back you can tie it around her funnels before our new charterer thinks to order it done. Claimed! by Francis Stevens

The quilt was of pink satin, and it was quilted in patterns. An Unpleasant Predicament by Fyodor Dostoyevsky [1861]

It was a dingy, battered place, with the pink plaster falling in patches from its walls. Greenmantle by John Buchan

D. H. Lawrence Frances could see the struggling, swimming movement of the little pink hands of the brute, the twisting and twitching of its pointed nose, as it wrestled under the sole of the boot. The Prussian Officer and other stories by D. H. Lawrence

E. F. Benson There was surely a pink border round the skirt and a pink panel on the collar, and just as surely Mrs. Bartlett, recognizable for her gliding mouse-like walk, was moving in its fascinating wake. Miss Mapp by E. F. Benson [1922]

One of them was leaping up and down, the other, an old scaly grandfather of the sewers, stood up, with his pink hands against the bars, and fiercely sniffed the air. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

E. Phillips Oppenheim The eldest of the party, bald-headed, with gold-rimmed spectacles, pink cheeks, and smooth-shaven face, looked continually at his watch and bent forward to see every new arrival. The Long Arm of Mannister by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1909]

Ivan Turgenev Below, on the path, in a light greyish gown, with a pink parasol on her shoulder, was Zinaïda, hurrying along. First Love by Ivan Turgenev

Sinclair Lewis This was Cleo’s private string, daily rescued from the wood-box or a pan of batter or a toilet, and coiled beside her pink wicker basket, near the kitchen stove. Cass Timberlane by Sinclair Lewis

H. G. Wells A sudden blaze of pink had crept up a ragged pillar of crag. First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells [1901]

Benjamin Disraeli As Popanilla descended the staircase, he discovered a little note of pink satin paper entangled in his ruffle. The Voyage of Captain Popanilla by Benjamin Disraeli [1828]

Henry James She had taken up, on the way, a French book, in a pink cover, which she nursed in the hollow of her arm, and she stood looking at Hyacinth. “My poor little friend, I must bid you good-night. The Princess Casamassima by Henry James [1886]

D. H. Lawrence Her face was pink and fresh, and her dark hair curled almost merrily in the damp. St Mawr by D. H. Lawrence

Arthur Conan Doyle The white and pink of her dress, and the touch of deep red ribbon in her broad drooping hat, formed a pleasant dash of colour against the dun-tinted landscape. Danger! and other stories by Arthur Conan Doyle [1918]

D. H. Lawrence Her father had produced a pink crêpe de Chine blouse and a back-comb massed with brilliants — both of which she refused to wear. The Lost Girl by D. H. Lawrence

Guy de Maupassan By Jove, how tempting they are in their light, thin dresses, which occasionally give one a glimpse of the delicate pink flesh beneath! “One saunters along, head up, mind alert, and eyes open. The Unknown by Guy de Maupassan

Sinclair Lewis Mrs. Arty led her chattering flock to the basement dining-room, which had pink wall-paper and a mountainous sideboard. Our Mr. Wrenn by Sinclair Lewis

E. F. Benson From pink they grew to white, because of the pressure he exercised. The Thing in the Hall by E. F. Benson [1912]

Theodore Dreiser The low crotch of the vest revealed a stiff shirt bosom of white and pink stripes. Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser

H. G. Wells Pink rats, Krause! Diseased pink rats! If we had to be, then surely those great handsome deinosauria and deinotheria had to be-they had to play their part. The Holy Terror by H. G. Wells [1939]

Rudyard Kipling The pink and saffron figures separated as though they had been shot, and disappeared into separate bolt-holes. Letters of Marque by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Rudyard Kipling Think o’ the pore little snotties now bein’ washed, fed, and taught, an’ the yeoman o’ signals with a pink eye wakin’ bright ‘an brisk to another perishin’ day of five-flag hoists. Traffics and Discoveries by Rudyard Kipling [1904]

Henry James And then I pass through strange, dull phases in which neither blue nor pink says anything to me. The American by Henry James [1877]

Arthur Conan Doyle The pink had deepened to scarlet upon Mr. Stuart’s cheeks, his eyes were vacant but brilliant, and he gabbled, gabbled, gabbled as he rode. The Tragedy of the Korosko by Arthur Conan Doyle [1898]

D. H. Lawrence Above her bowed head the pink flowers stared, as if defending her. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

In one place the first wild roses were out in the hedge and their father lassoed a spray with his whip and passed it over his shoulder to Laura. The delicate pale pink cups had dew in them. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Signa turned up by the old shrine that has the grey wood door and the soft pink colour and the frescoed seraphs by the high south gate, and mounted the paved steep lane to Lippo’s house. Signa by Ouida

Nikolai Gogol In the twilight her bright eyes shone like little stars, her coral necklace gleamed, and the pink flush on her cheeks did not escape the Cossack’s observation. A May Night by Nikolai Gogol

Blue or pink ribbon bows figured largely in these new decorative schemes. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Virginia Woolf The children drifted past, eyeing the pink sticks of sweetstuff. Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf [1920]

He even snapped at the faithful Williams, and only the surprised hurt on that bland pink face recalled him to himself for a little. The Man in the Queue by Josephine Tey

Elizabeth Gaskell I went to Hurst and Hall’s for the bonnet, and got one which seemed grave and quiet there amongst all the splendours; but now it looks infinitely too gay with its pink lining. The Life of Charlotte Bronte by Elizabeth Gaskell [1857]

D. H. Lawrence We came to the valley where the branch-line runs to Nuoro. I saw little pink railway-cabins at once, lonely along the valley bed. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

Virginia Woolf How thoroughly people wash in England, she thought, looking at the yellow soap, the green soap, and the pink soap in the chemist’s window. The Years by Virginia Woolf [1937]

D.H. Lawrence She put down a cup of coffee, a plate with boiled ham, pink and thin, such as is bought from a grocer, and some bread-and-butter. The Trespasser by D.H. Lawrence

Abraham Merri Now Lakla cupped her mouth with pink palms and sent a clarion note ringing out. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

D. H. Lawrence He had a pink face and a white beard and smallish, pale-blue eyes. The Fox by D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence Yes!’ She threaded two pink campions in the bush of red-gold hair above his penis. Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence

The gallery was gay with the white ingyis and pink scarves of Burmese ladies, and in the body of the hall a hundred men or more were waiting to receive their decorations. Burmese Days by George Orwell

The blue eyes were bluer than ever, but the pink and white of her face was weathering. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Marjorie Bowen The sun was almost set, a whole flock of delicate little pink clouds lay trembling over Milan, its noble outline already half in shadow. The Viper of Milan by Marjorie Bowen [1906]

Nellie Bly The whole was lined with the softest pink silk, and the hem, which trails, was thickly padded with a delicate perfume sachet. Around the World in Seventy-Two Days by Nellie Bly [1890]

F. Scott Fitzgerald His teeth closed on it — Ah! She’d left that damn kimono, that dirty pink kimono. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The pleased expectancy on Williams’s pink face told them the worst. A Shilling for Candles by Josephine Tey [1936]

F. Scott Fitzgerald In his hands he held a truncated garment of pink gingham. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Guy de Maupassan Behind them came four maids of honor dressed in pink and forming a charming court for so dainty a queen. Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassan

Anthony Trollope As yet there is but the one little pink deity in the rocking shrine above; but one, at least, of your own. The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope

Sophie Chalk had tied a pink woollen scarf over her head to go out with Tod to see the rabbits fed: he ran back for something, and the Squire caught his arm. Sophie Chalk by Ellen Wood [1869]

D. H. Lawrence But I love it, it is delicate and rosy, and the dark stripes are as they should be, like the tiger marks on a pink lily. Aaron’s Rod by D. H. Lawrence

She’d turned pale pink and she was wriggling, actually wriggling with pain. Coming up for Air by George Orwell

T. E. Lawrence The crust was sharp, and cut my wrists and ankles till they bled freely, and the roadside became lined with pink crystals, looking like pale, very pale, water-melon flesh. Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence [1926]

The pink new-born colour had often given me a pang, lest it should prove to be a dreaded half-caste, until I learned that all new-born black babies are of that special pink colour. The Passing of the Aborigines by Daisy Bates [1938]

She wore an odd gown, pink one way, blue another; you might have thought she had borrowed its colours from their copper teakettle. A Tragedy by Ellen Wood [1886]

G. K. Chesterton In their mythology St. George did not conquer the dragon: he tied a pink ribbon round its neck and gave it a saucer of milk. Varied Types by G. K. Chesterton [1903]

F. Scott Fitzgerald John would not have been surprised to see a goat-foot piping his way among the trees or to catch a glimpse of pink nymph-skin and flying yellow hair between the greenest of the green leaves. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tell him I saw him and Miss Ashburton beneath the pink oleander. The Four Million by O. Henry [1906]

Edmund Burke Those which seem most appropriated to beauty, are the milder of every sort; light greens; soft blues; weak whites; pink reds; and violets. On the Sublime and Beautiful by Edmund Burke [1757]