"Hoofed" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the summer heat. You could sea a nymph with arms thrown back and pliant figure on a bed of flowers which had been strewn for her by young cupids, who, sickle in hand, ever added fresh blossoms to her rosy couch. And nearer, you could also see a cloven-hoofed faun who had surprised her thus. But Albine repeated, 'No, she is not like me, ...
— Abbe Mouret's Transgression - La Faute De L'abbe Mouret • Emile Zola |
