 ... were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape...  The New England Magazine - 第 171 頁1906完整檢視 - 關於此書
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...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious, now sareastic ; there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes... | |
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