Hour by hour the endless night went by; the dawn, turning the lake to mauve and next to gold, gave promise that soon the factory gates would open to let me pass.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
From the bazaars in the maze of covered alleys that stretch down the hill below the Place du Chameau, from the narrow and slippery pavements that wind between the mauve and the pale yellow house fronts, came incessant cries and the long and dull murmur of voices.
"The Way of Ambition"
Robert Hichens
Lilly flushed, remembering the mauve and brown tie which had so dazzled her eyes the day before.
"The Song of Songs"
Hermann Sudermann