Sublime

Lady Duff Twysden, a character right out of a very good English novel who had lost her way. Her look was original, her chic was original, and God knows her speech and her capacity for drink were all original.

Henry and Clover Adams,

she looked like a cricket-doll marionette with broken strings in a torn faded white dress with red blood on it.

she was “a wrinkled old fairy all the same.”

She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke.