"Pinky" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... alias Big Stick Joram, alias Pinky; swindler, international confidence man, fence, burglar, gambler; convicted in 1887, and sent to Sing Sing for forgery; convicted in 1898, and sent to Auburn for swindling; arrested by my men on board the S. S. Scythian Queen, at the cabled request of John T. Burke, Esquire, ...
— The Tracer of Lost Persons • Robert W. Chambers
... not slip away in a green twilight, with a pinky-yellow sunset. Instead, it went out with a wild, white bluster and blow. It was one of the nights when the storm-wind hurtles over the frozen meadows and black hollows, and moans around the eaves like a lost creature, and drives the snow sharply ...
— Anne Of The Island • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... down the slope, and came in front of Rose Cottage. It was well named. I never in my life had seen such a bush of bloom. They hung in clusters—those roses—a dozen in a group; pressing their pinky cheeks together in a mass of family fragrance, pushing in at the parlour window, climbing up even to the very attic. There was a yellow jasmine over the porch at one front door, and a woodbine at the other; the cottage had two entrances, ...
— John Halifax, Gentleman • Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
... always remember that it was Pinky who first brought us together. Would you care for a ...
— Three Men and a Maid • P. G. Wodehouse
... this yellow fuzz of a head and this pinky peach of a face is like anybody in the world except Patty Farnsworth, I'll give up! Why, she's the image of you,—except when she makes these grotesque ...
— Patty and Azalea • Carolyn Wells
... that night of the dance, Gay," he said, "in your little pinky gown, with the dewdrops ...
— Blue Aloes - Stories of South Africa • Cynthia Stockley
... are deliciously green and sweet scented. Look at its solid stem—so straight that every maiden passing by sighs as she attempts to imitate its superb carriage, and those very stems are coloured by a wondrous pinky hue oft-times; so pink, in fact, we pause to wonder if it be painted by Nature's brush, or is merely a whim of sunset playing upon ...
— Through Finland in Carts • Ethel Brilliana Alec-Tweedie |
