The blisters had wept blood for a while, leaving him literally red-handed for the rest of the night.

And seldom was a snood amid / Such wild, luxuriant ringlets hid.

“I’m all ready,’ announced the fluffy haired girl just then, thrusting the last long pin through her new hat. “So am I,” said the sallow young woman. “But the ancient marineress here—” “Sit down,” commanded the philosopher.

Hyde Park in London; Central Park in New York