[The Octopus by Frank Norris]@TWC D-Link bookThe Octopus CHAPTER IV 36/76
It was not surprising that Vanamee, with his intense, delicate sensitiveness to beauty, his almost abnormal capacity for great happiness, had been drawn to her, had loved her so deeply. She came to him from out of the flowers, the smell of the roses in her hair of gold, that hung in two straight plaits on either side of her face; the reflection of the violets in the profound dark blue of her eyes, perplexing, heavy-lidded, almond-shaped, oriental; the aroma and the imperial red of the carnations in her lips, with their almost Egyptian fulness; the whiteness of the lilies, the perfume of the lilies, and the lilies' slender balancing grace in her neck.
Her hands disengaged the odour of the heliotropes.
The folds of her dress gave off the enervating scent of poppies.
Her feet were redolent of hyacinths. For a long time after sitting down upon the bench, neither the priest nor Vanamee spoke.
But after a while Sarria took his cigar from his lips, saying: "How still it is! This is a beautiful old garden, peaceful, very quiet. Some day I shall be buried here.
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