She looked bewitching under the veil: flaxen tresses disappearing amidst the muslin, the candid forehead of a virgin, delicate lips, dimples that were nests for kisses.

Elle me parut ravissante sous le voile : tresses blondes perdues dans la mousseline, front candide de vierge, lèvres délicates, fossettes qui sont nids à baisers.

Zola, Emile / Contes à NinonZola, Emile / Stories for Ninon

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Zola, Emile

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Zola, Emile

His black hair, fine as floss silk, hung in glossy curls about his round, dimpled face, while a pair of large dark eyes, full of fire and softness, looked out from beneath the rich, long lashes, as he peered curiously into the apartment.

Ses cheveux, aussi fins que de la soie grège, tombaient en boucles autour de ses joues rondes, à riantes fossettes, tandis que deux grands yeux noirs, pleins de feu et de douceur, lançaient de dessous ses longs cils des regards curieux.

Beecher Stowe, Harriet / Uncle Tom's CabinBeecher Stowe, Harriet / La case de l'oncle Tom

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At sight of it, his eyes sparkled, dimples appeared on his plump cheeks, and, stretching out his quivering chubby hands, he raised a crow of delight.

Et ses yeux brillèrent ses joues se creusèrent de fossettes et il tendit ses menottes frémissantes, en poussant des cris d’allégresse.

Zola, Emile / The Three Cities - ParisZola, Emile / Les Trois Villes - Paris

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Zola, Emile

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The poor bleeding heart was still, at last, and the river rippled and dimpled just as brightly as if it had not closed above it.

Le pauvre cœur saignant avait cessé de battre, et les eaux, qui venaient de se refermer au-dessus, ondulaient souriantes et lumineuses.

Beecher Stowe, Harriet / Uncle Tom's CabinBeecher Stowe, Harriet / La case de l'oncle Tom

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He scarcely knew her now with those dimples in her cheeks, those bow-shaped lips between which peeped the rosy moistness of her mouth, and those eyes blue like bits of sky kindling with the rising of the sun.

Il la reconnaissait à peine, les joues trouées de fossettes, les lèvres arquées, montrant le rose humide de la bouche, les yeux pareils à des bouts de ciel bleu s'allumant d'un lever d'astre.

Zola, Emile / Abbe Mouret's TransgressionZola, Emile / La Faute de l'Abbe Mouret

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