Her underlip protruded a little; she had a way of sucking it in that somebody else had told her was awfully fascinating.
1920 Bliss and Other Stories,'Prelude'.
I believe that people are like portmanteauxpacked with certain things, started going, thrown about, tossed away, dumped down, lost and found, half emptied suddenly, or squeezed fatter than ever, until finally the Ultimate Porter swings them on to the UltimateTrain and away they rattle.Beauchamp
If there was onething he hated more than another it was the way she had of waking him in the morning? It was her way of establishing her grievance for the day.Beauchamp
The aloe seemed to ride?like a ship with the oars lifted. Bright moonlight hung upon the lifted oars like water, and on the green wave glittered the dew.Beauchamp
She couldn't possibly go back to the gentleman's flat; she had no right to cry in strangers' houses.Beauchamp
Whenever I prepare fora journey I prepare as though for death. Should Ineverreturn, all isinorder.Thisiswhat life has taught me.Beauchamp
He stands, smiling encouragement, like a clumsy dentist.Beauchamp