She tossed her long hair and it flapped down her back like a pirate's flag. She stood in about as awkward a manner as could be concieved. Utterly un-feminine – no man couldd have invented it.
Mervyn PeakeStichwörter: fuchsia-groan
As his lord stared at the door another figure appeared, a girl of about fifteen with long, rather wild black hair. She was gauche in movement and in a sense, ugly of face, but with how small a twist might she not suddenly have become beautiful. Her sullen mouth was full and rich – her eyes smouldered.
Mervyn PeakeStichwörter: fuchsia-groan
But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.
Mervyn PeakeStichwörter: gormenghast fuchsia-groan
His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon one whose whole nature was the contradiction of his own. He knew that behind her simplicity was something he could never have. Something he despised as impractical. Something which would never carry her to power or riches, but would retard her progress and keep her apart in a world of her own make-believe. To win her favour he must talk in her own language.
Mervyn PeakeStichwörter: steerpike fuchsia-groan
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