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“The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a
... See more"If we come back," I suggested cheerfully.
Charlotte Gilman • Herland
“Mrs. Church told me that Mr. Winterborne isn’t snapping and snarling anymore,” Pandora volunteered. “He’s resting on pillows and drinking orchid tea. And Helen has been chattering like a magpie for hours.”
Lisa Kleypas • Cold-Hearted Rake
A curly, bulb-shaped cloud of black hair was tied back from her face with a yellow-gold scarf.
Jessica Townsend • Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor Book 2)
Fairfield Porter - Art in Its Own Terms: Selected Criticism, 1935–1975
She looked at the trees, she looked at the grass, she looked at the faces of the passers-by. It had been interesting, it had been rather good, and it was still rather good. But really, she was ready. Since the time had come, she was ready. Paulette would miss her for a long time, Paul for less, but really, their sorrow was their business, not hers.
... See moreMargo Jefferson • Maud Martha
I discovered her. Charmante, a perfect Gretchen,4 and we’ve already become acquainted. The prettiest little thing, really!’