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Updated: June 20, 2025
I can not see the water for the over-hanging trees beneath whose branches grow quantities of Impatiens fulva, the spotted touch-me-not, named from the sudden bursting of the pod when touched. The plant in question I had not seen for some time and the fitness of the symbolism to the bodily state was too close to be accidental.
And she gathered up the bridle in her supple little hand. Jud laughed until the great thicket roared with the echo. Sir Questioner had caught it on the jaw. "My dear Miss Touch-me-not," I put in, "let me give you a piece of advice. That horse is winded. If you start him on the gallop, you'll burst him." She lifted her chin and looked me in the eye.
Often the so-called "intellectual" face, the "touch-me-not" dignity the "stalking- tragedy" manner, covers a total lack of brain, and often a large- featured, seemingly "noble" face, has served as a mask for untold depths of villainy.
He held a glass of water to my lips and I drank. "Great Jupiter, there's nothing to worry about! I know you hadn't the slightest intention of hurting me. It's nothing I'll be right in a few moments. I've often been amused at and have admired your touch-me-not style. You only forgot you had something in your hand."
The botanical name of Impatiens given to the balsam alludes to this sudden dehiscence of the capsules, which cannot endure contact without bursting. In the damp and shady places of the woods there exists a plant of the same family which, for similar reasons, bears the even more expressive name of Impatiens noli-me-tangere, or touch-me-not.
Three years passed, and in the summer of the third year Captain Nummy Tangye, of the Touch-me-not, relinquished his command. Captain Tangye's baptismal name was Matthias, and Bideford, in Devon, his native town.
When we reached the place we found it no easy matter to get along between the hill and the water, impeded as we were by a growth of stiff, obstinate young birch-trees, laced together by grapevines. In the twilight, we now and then, to support ourselves, snatched at the touch-me-not stem of some ancient sweet-brier.
Now, you take Joan, a kind of a high-headed touch-me-not, with that gingerbread hair and them eyes that don't ever seem to be in fifty-five mile of you when you're talkin' to her. I tell you, the man that marries her's got trouble up his sleeve. He'll wake up some morning and find her gone off with some other man." "What makes you think that, Dad?"
Lady Mary was much delighted at the idea of seeing the little nest and eggs, and Mrs. This plant grows on the moist banks of creeks. It is very beautiful, of a bright orange-scarlet colour. The stalks and stem of the plant are almost transparent; some call it Speckled Jewels, for the bright blossoms are spotted with dark purple, and some, Touch-me-not."
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