1 Nothing moved except the gliding carriages, and the people were small and wooden, spots in a picture drenched with gold and hard bright blues.
2 His face cleared at once, and he took three reds and three blues.
3 The crude reds and greens and blues of that coloured glass held us there.
4 "O, come, Marie, you've got the blues, this morning," said St. Clare.
5 The sunrise burned red in a pure sky, the shadows on the rim of the wood-lot were darkly blue, and beyond the white and scintillating fields patches of far-off forest hung like smoke.
6 Here and there a star pricked through, showing behind it a deep well of blue.
7 Slowly the rim of the rainy vapours caught fire and burnt away, and a pure moon swung into the blue.
8 The lane passed into a pine-wood with boles reddening in the afternoon sun and delicate blue shadows on the snow.
9 An hour later when the conversation began to lag, Gerald, with a guile that belied the wide innocence of his bright blue eyes, proposed a game.
10 Gerald's sharp blue eyes noticed how efficiently his neighbors' houses were run and with what ease the smooth-haired wives in rustling skirts managed their servants.
11 The day was warm for April and the golden sunlight streamed brilliantly into Scarlett's room through the blue curtains of the wide windows.
12 And everywhere amid the greenery, on flags and bunting, blazed the bright stars of the Confederacy on their background of red and blue.
13 From it she took a pack of letters tied together with a blue ribbon, addressed in Ashley's hand to Melanie.
14 About the blue cloth, when it comes to a choice between having holes in your britches or patching them with pieces of a captured Yankee uniform--well, there just isn't any choice.
15 He had so many hats, wide Panamas for summer, tall beavers for formal occasions, hunting hats, slouch hats of tan and black and blue.