- Is that her? asked Miss Kennedy.
Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil." (U11.64)
When all agog Miss Douce said eagerly:
- Look at the fellow in the tall silk.
- Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.
- In the second carriage, Miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun. He's looking. Mind till I see.
She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath." (U12.68)
- He's killed looking back.
- O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
With sadness." (U11.76)
- There's your teas, he said.
Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
- What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked." (U11.89)
- Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him a yard long.
Ladylike in exquisite contrast.
- Take no notice, Miss Kennedy rejoined." (U11.103)
Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear, hoofs ring from afar, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel." (U11.108)
Miss bronze unbloused her neck.
- No, said Miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with the cherry laurel water?
Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.
- And leave it to my hands, she said.
- Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.
Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
- Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin." (U11.114)
The (Catholic) store of Aurelio Bassi, Religious Statue & Picture Frame Manufacturer, was located at 14 and 38 Wellingon Quay. This is a picture showing the staff who worked there. There are large crucifixes in the window and small statues, probably Blessed Virgins.
By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets." (U11.151)
Ah, panting, sighing. Sighing, ah, fordone their mirth died down." (U11.158)
Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation.
- Married to the greasy nose! she yelled." (U11.169)
- O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
- O, Miss Douce! Miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly." (U11.180)
Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled." (U11.185)