"Spun sugar" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... morning, Francoise,' and I touch your arm before you give it to her." No sooner had we arrived in my aunt's dark hall than we saw in the gloom, beneath the frills of a snowy cap as stiff and fragile as if it had been made of spun sugar, the concentric waves of a smile of anticipatory gratitude. It was Francoise, motionless and erect, framed in the small doorway of the corridor like the statue of a saint in its niche. When we had grown more accustomed to ...
— Swann's Way - (vol. 1 of Remembrance of Things Past) • Marcel Proust |
