sphinx moth

Next out was Madeline, a one-and-a-half year old Sphinx in a frilly pink ballerina outfit.

The (p. 325) moth, whose egg produces these larv, is a large white miller of unusual size and prolificness.

But his countenance still bore that sphinx-like expression which so often caused his friends to entertain vague suspicions.

Lay not up to yourselves treasures on earth: where the rust, and moth consume, and where thieves break through, and steal.

By jove, just that moment—then I caught an expression—I say, do you know you would make a remarkable symbolic study of the Sphinx?

The rain falls, the mud deepens; the beautiful sphinx lies still, her eyes lost in the dull horizon.