Max Beerbohm,
Zuleika Dobson — Chapter 3
(1911)
“ He looked her full in the face. It was like seeing suddenly at close quarters some great bright monument that one has long known only as a sun-caught speck in the distance. He saw the large violet eyes open to him, and their lashes curling to him; the vivid parted lips; and the black pearl, and the pink. "You are very kind," he murmured, in a voice which sounded to him quite far away. "But I always play without notes." Zuleika blushed. Not with shame, but with delirious pleasure. ”
