The wind was bitingly cold.

A Libyan longing took us, and we would have chosen, if we could, to bear a strand of grotesque beads, or a handful of brazen gauds, and traffic them for some sable maid with crisp locks, whom, uncoffling from the captive train beside the desert, we should make to do our general housework forever, through the right of lawful purchase.

Chartres blue:

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle / Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;