It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
D.H. Lawrence
(1885 - 1930)
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It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.