Word: silver
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...while she poured out the saga of her life. I had come to Ireland to do research on a book about William Butler Yeats, and she had consented to see me; but nothing so rich and gracious had been anticipated. Wrapped in a black silk brocade robe with great silver buttons, she sat by a coal fire under an oval picture of her mother, and guarded by a Maltese cat. My heart hurt. Could this wreck, this ruin, this witch be the "outrageously beautiful" Maud Gonne? The woman Yeats had called "a classical impersonation of the spring, with complexion luminous...
...must suffice. And so the baron's astonishment rose as bills came rolling in for sardines, eau de cologne, biscuits, marmalade, bananas, oranges, soap and chocolate cake. He was still puzzling one day when the baroness entered the room, crying: "Bertrand, we have been robbed! Our jewels and silver are missing!" It did not take the Baron de Roquette-Buisson long to unmask the culprit. Down to the Toulouse assizes last week he hauled the family nurse and governess, Sister Madeleine, a Dominican...
...year, the baron stopped paying [my salary]. There was a terrible scene whenever I asked for money." The children's food was coarse, the farm milk was often sour, their clothes were made of cheap material. To improve these conditions, Sister Madeleine ran up debts, stole jewelry and silver to sell in Biarritz. Said she: "I lived a life of torment at the château, because I knew that someday I would be found out. But I had the arms of my dear little children around my neck. It was a good time...
...there is an obvious foil for these novices sculling for the first or second time. It is the little band of men who glide smoothly up and down the river in sleek, narrow shells with red and silver trim...
...Auster monoplane scarcely bigger than his World War I Sopwith Camel, the Mad Major climbed to 500 ft. over the City of London. It was lunch time, and, as he could see through the upper frames of his bifocals, Thameside was black with people. Suddenly he sent the little silver Auster hurtling out of the sun, straight for Blackfriars Bridge. Girls screamed, bowler hats ducked, but, with inches to spare, the Mad Major leveled out, missed Blackfriars, and with wheels brushing the water, skimmed upstream towards Waterloo Bridge. Between the water's surface and Waterloo's arches...