Now, all at once, a peculiar and heretofore entirely unfamiliar sensation suddenly became important in the upper part of his chest.

For a moment he held his breath, an involuntary action;--he seemed to be standing in a shower of flowers.
"Don't you see it, Ramsey ?" Milla whispered.

"It's a great big one.

Why, it must be as long as--as your shoe! Look!" Ramsey saw nothing but the thick round curl on Milla's shoulder.

Milla had a group of curls on each of her shoulders, for she got her modes at the Movies and had that sort of prettiness: large, gentle, calculating eyes, and a full, softly modelled face, implacably sweet.