• Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

    D. H. Lawrence: Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
    D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Lady chatterleys lover”, p.167, D. H. Lawrence
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