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Her love was of the lily variety;
Vladimir Nabokov • Laughter in the Dark (Vintage International)
Even her bare limbs were so free from suntan that one’s gaze, stroking her white shins and forearms, could follow upon them the regular slants of fine dark hairs, the silks of her girlhood.
Vladimir Nabokov • Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (Vintage International)
his expressionless face and cropped head were between her legs and a last fruit fell with a thud—the dropped dot of an inverted exclamation point.