ruddiest

Katharine had risen, and was glancing hither and thither, at the presses and the cupboards, and all the machinery of the office, as if she included them all in her rather malicious amusement, which caused Mary to keep her eyes on her straightly and rather fiercely, as if she were a gay – plumed, mischievous bird, who might light on the topmost bough and pick off the ruddiest cherry, without any warning.

Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf 2004

Genuine meat and drink there is none; cats hold the murderous neighbourhood in traditional abhorrence, and the ruddiest wine of

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXXVI. October, 1843. Vol. LIV. Various

That the roundest and ruddiest rainbows have beamed from the gloomiest clouds.

Summerfield or, Life on a Farm Day Kellogg Lee

Before they left the grove, Shaggy walked in the air to the upper branches = of the biggest apple tree in the orchard and filled his pockets with the = largest and ruddiest of the fruit.

The Shaggy Man of Oz Snow, Jack 1949

Katharine had risen, and was glancing hither and thither, at the presses and the cupboards, and all the machinery of the office, as if she included them all in her rather malicious amusement, which caused Mary to keep her eyes on her straightly and rather fiercely, as if she were a gay-plumed, mischievous bird, who might light on the topmost bough and pick off the ruddiest cherry, without any warning.

Night and Day 1920

He stooped, and with his lips just touched her hair where the firelight made it ruddiest.

The song of the lark 1915

He stooped, and with his lips just touched her hair where the firelight made it ruddiest.

The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather 1915

And in the west, a translucent lake of ruddiest gold was flecked with thick, rugged little clouds of deepest purple.

My beloved South, Mrs. T. P. O 1914

They stood grouped on the side of a hill, a thick belt through which the scorching sun-rays slanted obliquely, turning the straight brown trunks to ruddiest gold.

The Swindler and Other Stories 1910

He stooped, and with his lips just touched her hair where the firelight made it ruddiest.

The Song of the Lark Willa Sibert Cather 1910