Neith Boyce,
Roses
(1913
| edition)
“ She was writing during the last part of my speech—a check, which she slipped into the envelope along with the fatal bill. In her cheek, turned toward me, I suddenly perceived a dimple—in love, you know, there is always one who kisses, and one who turns the cheek. Helena had always turned her cheek—with the dimple in it. ”
