“The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.” — Elisabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“In a sort of slow flash, Henrietta had her first open view of Paris - watery sky, wet light, light water, frigid, dark-inky buildings,… — elisabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“The cautious steps of women when something has happened came downstairs, sending vibrations up the spine of the house. The women came down with… — Elisabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy… — Elisabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
