woman-of

Updated: May 13, 2025

She couldn't, you know, with those sharp transparent little nails, they might break. They were like her little sharp teeth that always reminded one of a mouse's teeth, and made one shudder at how sharp they would be should she ever decide to bite. But her smile was like the mixing of all smiles, a baby's, a woman-of- the-world, a grieved child's, and a spirit who had put aside all moral purpose.

Grace Livingston Hill - The City of Fire