the whelm of the tide
I had been feeling like a bowling-alley widow, but knew he loved the game, so I suggested we join a mixed league.
I saw the beautifulest dress displayed in the window; the color was one of the delicatest blues I ever saw.
Stomacher brooch of brilliants and fine oriental pearls.
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