plush-and-cherry

Updated: May 26, 2025

They were seated presently in the unaired plush-and-cherry, Nottingham-and-Axminster parlor of a small-town hotel. "Hester," he said, "you're like a vision come to earth." "I'm a bad durl," she said, challenging his eyes for what he knew. "You're a little saint walked down and leaving an empty pedestal in my dreams." She placed her forefinger over his mouth. "Sh-h!" she said.

Fannie Hurst - The Vertical City