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It was the year 1820, and Mrs. De Grey, by the same token, as they say in Ireland (and, for that matter, out of it), had reached her sixty-seventh spring. She was. nevertheless, still a handsome woman, and. what is better yet, still an amiable woman. The untroubled, unruffled course of her life had left as few wrinkles on her temper as on her face. She was tall and full of person, with dark eyes and abundant white hair, which she rolled back from her forehead over a cushion, or some such artifice. The freshness of youth and health had by no means faded out of her cheeks, nor had the smile of her imperturbable courtesy expired on her lips. She dressed, as became a woman of her age and a widow, in black garments, but relieved with a great deal of white, with a number of handsome rings on her fair hands. Frequently, in the spring, she wore a little flower or a sprig of green leaves in the bosom of her gown. She had been accused of receiving these little floral ornaments from the hands of Mr. Herbert (of whom. I shall have more to say): but the charge is unfounded, inasmuch as they were very carefully selected from a handful cut in the garden by her maid.

(Henry James. De Grey: a Romance)

Может, она выглядела так:



John Singer Sargent. A Portrait Of Octavia Hill (1838-1912). 1906

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"The male is a little bit bolshie, quite playful, you can tell he's going to be a bit of a tyrant when he's older."
Bolshie?! Что это было, Берримор?

UPDATE
А ларчик просто открывался: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/bolshie