Portraits by Romney, seen through glass, have something of their pink, mellow look, their blooming softness, as of apricots hanging upon a red wall in the afternoon sun.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
She and G. promptly began shopping, and certainly succeeded in getting two rather becoming topees, flatter and prettier than any I have yet seen-you might call them Romney topees; one may appear in sketches further on.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
So he lied roundly to his people, and told them that he was going to spend a week or two with an old chum who was staying up for the vacation at Cambridge, and instead, he chose the opposite point of the compass, and took train to New Romney, and walked over to the squat, one-storied bungalow near the sea.
"The Literary Sense"
E. Nesbit