A violent, offensive green, it was; and the sweater was too tight.

Her hat was large and floppy and adorned with preposterous purple blooms; one of her hands was gloved, but upon the other she wore her splendid solitaire.

She "shone" it, as a watchman shines his flashlight.
They were enough to daunt a stronger man than Calvin Gray, these two.
He could well imagine the sensation he and they would create in the lobby of the modish Ajax.

But his first surprise was succeeded by a gentle pity, for Ma Briskow greeted him rapturously, and in Allegheny's somber eyes he detected a look of mingled suffering and defiance.

She knew, somehow or other, that she was conspicuous, grotesque, and her soul was in agony at the knowledge.