Cytherea, on her part, perceived with honest satisfaction that her influence for good over Miss Aldclyffe was considerable.
Nay, widowed is Cytherea, and idle are the Loves along the halls!
Miss Aldclyffe then retired to bathe her hands and face, and Cytherea drew breath.
Thine own bed, Cytherea, let him now possess,—the dead Adonis.
Springrove had told Cytherea of Manston's crime in a few short words.
The umbones will be marked with the letter u, in Cytherea, fig. 117.
Her hair was plentiful, like Cytherea's own; her teeth equalled Cytherea's in regularity and whiteness.
The latter part of her speech he forgot in the calling of his attention to Cytherea.
Suppose you are married to Cytherea herself, and the next week attacked with a rheumatic fever.
She rose, with a graceful gesture of her hands up to where Cytherea rested.