The wind howled around her only partially sheltered retreat, and myriads of snowflakes, drifting in, fell softly about her, creeping closer and closer, covering her boots, lying thickly on her frock, on her shoulders, drifting, too, into her eyes and making them blink, and Powdering her hair with white.
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Mabel Henriette Spielmann
At thirty she penciled the droop to her eyebrows a bit and had a not always successful trick of Powdering out the lurking caves under her eyes.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst
He led the way with her out of the vestibule, banked round with pots of palm and fern, and down the steps into the glare of the Cambridge sunshine, blown full, as is the case on Class Day, of fine Cambridge dust, which had drawn a delicate grey veil over the grass of the Gymnasium lawn, and mounted in light clouds from the wheels Powdering it finer and finer in the street.
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William Dean Howells Last Updated: February 27, 2009