• Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

    Edith Wharton: Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.
    Edith Wharton (2013). “House of Mirth and the Age of Innocence”, p.155, Simon and Schuster