red bay

The pale, baby-faced, red-cheeked rapper is furiously puffing away at a hastily-made blunt crammed with low-grade weed.

Beginners must be warned against mistaking the edges of cells, or particles which have retained the red stain, for bacilli.

Under the internal pressure his whiskers stood on end and his face grew red.

First a shower of shells dropping all along the lower ridges and out over the surface of the Bay.

“You appear to feel it so,” rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot.

Ripperda's eye fell upon the mantle,—it was discoloured a dark red in many places, he nodded his head, and the man withdrew.