pearl-pale

Updated: September 5, 2025

Gerome sat erect, with her hands resting on the balustrade, and under that mysteriously white moon her pearl-pale face looked as hopelessly cold and rigid as any Persepolitan sphinx, that nightly fronts the immemorial stars which watch the ruined tombs of Chilminar.

Augusta J. Evans Wilson - Vashti: or, Until Death Us Do Part