storm-foam

Updated: June 18, 2025

Her beauty was of an ethereal type. She looked so white and light and fragile that she might have been the spirit of that storm-foam from out of which I plucked her. She had wreathed some of Madge's garments round her in a way which was quaint and not unbecoming.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Captain of the Polestar