Sublime

Comments on Verena, as the County drove home, were entirely favourable. ‘A very sensible girl,’ said Ann Rothley and her husband grunted assent, but said he was surprised that Quin, who’d had such beautiful girlfriends, was willing to marry somebody who, when all was said and done, looked like a Roman senator. His wife disagreed. ‘She has great pre

A dona do restaurante, uma mulher corpulenta, que gosta de usar salto alto e calças de lycra, olha para ele pela janela do restaurante.

profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments, which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible, – or from one of our elder poets, – in a paragraph of to-day’s newspaper. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever, but with the addit

At least two female landowners are known from Britannia. Melania, a celebrated Christian patron and the immensely wealthy wife and cousin of Valerius Publianus, owned estates across the empire, including land in Britannia, at the beginning of the fifth century. Her portfolio is known to historians only because she and her husband were induced, by n

She was Melissa’s oldest, boldest friend. They had gone to the same primary school. Hazel worked in advertising. She had a wide and glamorous smile behind which was an oft-foul tongue, and long, bouncing, half-French, half-Ghanaian curls falling down her back, the most beautiful, the most envied of their schoolgirl pack, the one the boys always wen

“The popular press has named her as one of London’s ‘Reigning Beauties’ for the last two years. Her name is Arabella Fermor.”

That’s when Doña Carmen took hold of her chin and looked deep into her green eyes, into her eyes green like green grapes. She rooted around Isora’s eyes like she was mining for groundwater in the mountains. The old woman shrank back. Is somebody jealous of you, miniña? Isora froze. Why, Doña Carmen? What’s wrong? Miniña, you’ve got th’evil eye. For

“She and her sister are meeting with the countess.” “Ah, what a magnificent old dragon,” St. Vincent mused, drawing Lillian through the doorway.