Some are shrill and fierce and passionate, while others are meek and sly, and pretend to shrink when they are even noticed.

Some are wicked--shamelessly, insolently, magnificently wicked--like those scarlet anthuriums, with their curling yellow tongues.

That flower is the very incarnation of sin; no, not incarnation--what's the word?
I can't think, but it doesn't matter.

Incarnation will do, for the thing is exactly like recalcitrant human flesh.

Lubin!" "Yes, Sir ?" responded Lubin, who was digging near.
"What are the wickedest flowers you know ?" asked Austin.
"Well, Sir, I should say them as had most thorns," said Lubin feelingly.
"I wonder," mused Austin.