But the full-leaved, expanded and matured rose became the vivid epitome and illustration of the woman herself.

A rope of pearls that hung down to her waist added the touch of soft luster essential to preserve the picture from the reproach of being too obvious an assault upon the senses; Cleggett reflected that another woman might have gone too far and spoiled it all by wearing diamonds.

Lady Agatha always knew where to stop.
"I have not been so hungry since I was in Holloway Jail," said Lady Agatha.

And she ate with a candid gusto that pleased Cleggett, who loathed in a woman a finical affectation of indifference to food.
When Kuroki brought the coffee she took up her own story again.

There was little more to tell.
Dopey Eddie and Izzy the Cat, it appeared, had mistaken their instructions.