deft-handedly

Updated: June 2, 2025

Your father was twenty-five." Sylvia looked about her at the cut-glass and silver utensils on the lace-covered dressing-table, at Aunt Victoria's pale lilac crêpe-de-chine négligée, at the neat, pretty young maid deft-handedly rubbing the perfumed cream into the other woman's well-preserved face, impassive as an idol's.

Dorothy Canfield Fisher - The Bent Twig