His face was yellow and unhealthy-looking; his eyes were filmed and colourless.

The under side of the abdomen was yellow, strongly shaded with orange-brown.

The lamp hung by gold chains from the ceiling, which was yellow.

The rest was yellow grass, barren to all appearance as the veldt.

He was yellow and looked like a cheap edition of a bull-dog.

His flesh was yellow and sagged loosely away from his big bones.

The winner was yellow, even though it was no one's first choice.

I learned that night that the first coat of paint was yellow.

It was yellow, like Whinney's coat, but a richer, more golden color.

His face was yellow, although that might have been from the lighting.

His hair was yellow, his eyes the fresh blue of spring skies.

I knew you was yellow the minute I laid eyes on you!

It was yellow, the color of dirty straw, and near as brittle.

The cutting was yellow with age, and ran in this way:

The other hand with all the fingers stretched was yellow against the snow.

The natural colour of his skin was yellow, and his hair was white.