The Birth of Venus

The Birth of Venus
half my life ?to see once more the lady in black! Alas! I no more meet her but from time to time, ?and yet! ?and yet! how the memory of that perfume ?felt by me alone ?carries me back to the days of my childhood.* It was this sharp reminder from my beloved perfume, of the lady in black, which made me go to her ?
The Birth of Venus
dressed wholly in white and so pale ?so pale and so beautiful! ?on the threshold of the inexplicable gallery. Her beautiful golden hair, gathered into a knot on the back of her neck, left visible the red star on her temple which had so nearly been the cause of her death. When I first got on the right track of the mystery of this case I had imagined that, on the night of the tragedy in The Yellow Room
The Birth of Venus