Some tranced summer's day might have drowsed down into such a human form by a dank pool, or on the thick grass-crusted meadows.

There was the full contour of the limbs hid under warm green folds, the white flesh that glowed when you touched it as if some smothered heat lay beneath, the snaring eyes, the sleeping face, the amber hair uncoiled in a languid quiet, while yellow jasmines deepened its hue into molten sunshine, and a great tiger-lily laid its sultry head on her breast.

June?
Could June become incarnate with higher poetic meaning than that which this woman gave it?
Mr.Kitts, the artist I told you of, thought not, and fell in love with June and her on the spot, which passion became quite unbearable after she had graciously permitted him to sketch her,--for the benefit of Art.

Three medical students and one attorney, Miss Herne numbered as having been driven into a state of dogged despair on that triumphal occasion.

Mr.Holmes may have quarrelled with the rendering, doubting to himself if her lip were not too thick, her eye too brassy and pale a blue for the queen of months; though I do not believe he thought at all about it.