The Marchesino went to tell the coachman which way to drive to the Carmine.
Her carmine lips vaticinated with an extraordinary rapidity.
Once had her mouth been as the bow of Eros, painted in carmine.
Carmine caught on his thirty-five yards, made a short gain and was downed.
They could only be of love; for he saw the carmine on her cheeks as she listened to them.