Her other arm flew under my chin to join its fellow, and holding me a prisoner in my chair, she bent down and kissed me.

She also laid her cheek against mine.
I am still aware of the indescribable, soft, warm pressure, although she has gone to bed hours ago.
I vow that a man must be less a man than a petrified egg to have repulsed her.

The touch of her lips was like the falling of dewy rose-petals.

Her breath was as fragrant as new-mown hay.

Her hair brushing my forehead had the odour of violets.
I sent her back to Miss Griggs.