...that wealth of muscle, that affluence of flesh.
The expression clothing that profile was agreeable...
...sonorous, brass-lunged choruses...
...in your cheek, which the blood has forsaken.
...the pupils, rampant in the licence of evening recreation, were counterfeiting a miniature chaos.
...for the letters from incessant perusal were losing all sap and significance...
The sky, relieved of its avalanche, lay naked and pale.
The longer we live, the more our experience widens; the less prone are we to judge our neighbor's conduct, to question the world's wisdom...
Her personal appearance was far from destitute of advantages.
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