Wives and Daughters - Elizabeth Gaskell
It was a flaming love-letter from Mr. Coxe; who professed himself unable to go on seeing her day after day without speaking to her of the passion she had inspired -an 'eternal passion,' he called it; on reading which Mr. Gibson laughed a little. 'Would she not look kindly at him? Would she not think of him whose only thought was of her?' with a very proper admixture of violent compliments to her beauty. She was fair, not pale; her eyes were lodestars, her dimples marks of Cupid's fingers.
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