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Claudia looked at her guide’s skin and thought of smoky topaz: November, her mother’s birthstone.

Didst mark the ghostly gold of this grave, still, Conceited minnow thro' these twisted roots, Thrust o'er the smoky topaz of this rill, Dull-slumbering here?

My last specimen was a smoky topaz of mild, dark transparency.

“That's a smoky topaz,” said Nikolay Parfenovitch, smiling.

His complexion was pale olive, through which the red of his cheeks shone, in the words of some Oriental poem, "like a rose-leaf through oil"; and his eyes, in their dark fire, were more lustrous than smoky topaz.