Like a shadow, she glided away, leaving the wearer of the pearl-grey silk sitting motionless before the mirror.

Behind him, on the back of the chair from which he had risen, hung his elegant Parisian overcoat, with a pearl-grey silk lining.

The moon was shining in the midst of a spotless azure, and the pearl-grey light fell upon the undefined summit of the forests.

Lavinia took an eager step towards him, swinging her pearl-grey brocades.