Also because her skirt must not quite touch the ground, one very perfect black silk ankle was distinctly visible for a moment as she stepped into the carriage.

Note that from the eve of her eighteenth birthday till she is old enough to be really wicked no well-regulated young woman shows her ankles.

This also is one of the miracles of time.
Marcello blushed faintly as he sat down beside Aurora.

There were now five in the big carriage, so that she was between the two men; and though there was enough room Marcello felt the slight pressure of her arm against his.

His mother saw his colour change, and looked away and smiled.