"A girl never can predict who might wander into her boudoir during a bubble bath."
"Beyond the terrace, a light breeze stirred the reeds at the edge of the pond. Looking out at this intimate vista, one could see the reeds and a stone lantern and the brightest of the evening's stars floating on the gloaming mirror of the pond. Then the breeze came again to crack the water's surface, and the picture was flooded."
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Source: John Burnham Schwartz (2009). “The Commoner”, p.214, Vintage
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