Word: fragrantly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...case the tenderly phrased answer to a particularly dejected young lady led to a protracted correspondence. More and more intimate the missives became. Photographs were exchanged. Through the long winter months the thing continued, and when the snow melted and trees began to send forth their fragrant greenery Cupid rasped his horny palms together in grim satisfaction. Hymen's gay preparations filled the balmy air. Now comes the insidious note into the happy melody, a curt note from the girl's father...
...Catfish Row will be on view, with its dilapidated tenement fronts, its old street lamps, its "Gawd-fearin women" and its "Gawd-damnin' men.'' As in the play, the crippled beggar Porgy drives his ribby goat, hunched in a cart made of packing box labeled "Wild Rose Soap, Pure & Fragrant." The whoring Bess again finds shelter and love with Porgy after the bullying Crown commits his drunken murder...
...provoked a nationwide Austrian sensation by having her handsome, silky-mustached young Son Archduke Otto announce that he expects to return to Vienna not as Emperor but as "Regent in the name of my mother." This move of Zita's had the aroma of Papal diplomacy, fine and fragrant as musk. In Vienna the Catholic cohorts of Chancellor Dr. Kurt Schuschnigg, ardent restorationists, have been sorely troubled because hot-headed Vice Chancellor Prince Ernst Rudiger von Starhemberg, who commands an adventurous private army, has told them, in effect: "Of course I want Otto restored as Emperor, too. But Austria...
...Inside slept Chastity like a drift of snow in a cave in summer. Behind the grilled window of a tower chamber in candle burned. A young friar saw it and smiled as he walked up and down in the walled-in garden of the nunnery. The wan night air, fragrant with the scent of flowers, caressed him. Old repressions and half-forgotten dusty dont's quickened his pleasure in the escapade. If one could only catch this fragile essence and then only paint the moonlight. If one could breath into it the glamour of expectant love...
...immortalized in pigment. At last they moved apart and then stole quickly down the garden path to a door in the old wall. The man opened it, the woman stopped through. He followed her, pulling the door behind him without turning. Over the garden wall, borne back on the fragrant darkness of the night wind, drifted the sensuous laughter of the lovers...