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Father Brown was puzzled first by little labyrinths of flowerless flower-pots, covered with the low, flat, quiet-coloured plants that look less like a garden than a tessellated pavement, between weak curly paths studded with seats with curly backs.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

Father Brown was puzzled first by little labyrinths of flowerless flower-pots, covered with the low, flat, quiet-coloured plants that look less like a garden than a tessellated pavement, between weak curly paths studded with seats with curly backs.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

This is twilight: the "quiet-coloured eve" smiles as it leaves the "many-tinkling fleece"; all is tranquillity, the slopes and rills melt into one grey ... and he knows

Browning's Heroines Ethel Colburn Mayne

His clothes were always loose and easy-fitting, and generally of some quiet-coloured cloth or tweed.

Alfred Russel Wallace Letters and Reminiscences Marchant, James 1916

Brown was puzzled first by little labyrinths of flowerless flower-pots, covered with the low, flat, quiet-coloured plants that look less like

The Wisdom of Father Brown 1905

He did not believe in mourning, as he had told his uncle on his last visit; and though he usually went in for quiet-coloured ties, he wore this evening one of an ugly red, in order to shock Morton the butler, and to make them thrash out the whole question of mourning for themselves in the servants 'hall.

Masterpieces of Mystery, Vol. 1 (of 4) Ghost Stories Joseph Lewis French 1897

He neither swears nor preaches, but weaves about his reader a subtle film of thought, through whose gossamer all things seem to suffer a curious change, and to become harmonious and suggestive, as dark and quiet-coloured things often are.

Among Famous Books John Kelman 1896

For the rest he was clad in a quiet-coloured robe and cap, and to all appearance unarmed.

Pearl-Maiden Henry Rider Haggard 1890

The quiet-coloured end of evening smiled fainter, fainter.

My Friend Prospero Henry Harland 1883

Then the last look of the sun, the creeping shadows that made the sea gray and turned the little lake to an inky hue, and then the slow fall of the quiet-coloured evening, and, last, the fall of the mystic night!

The Ethics of Drink and Other Social Questions Joints In Our Social Armour James Runciman 1871