↪ Sight:
p. 25 "and as she did she saw a papillon --- blue and silver, startlingly lovely --- winging on an overhanging branch."
p. 31 "As she sang, dozens of lamps appeared, dotting the dark night, some coming down from the hill, others approaching along the road."
p. 32 "By the light of the lamps, the peasant girl looked down into them --- strange eyes, gray eyes. How loverly against his bronze skin. A grand homme. Such a handsome grand homme."
p. 39 "Ti Moune, there's work to be done. Only a rock is so blind as to guard only the earth on which it sits."
p. 40 "One day she entered the hut to find that the man's eyes were open. He looked from her to stare around the mud hut."
"The following day his eyes we're open again when Désirée entered the hut. This time he recognized her, showed gladness to see her."
↪ Hearing
p. 14 "The old woman sounded a note of warning at the girl's excitement."
p. 21 "As she listened to the camionettes passing on the road, to the croaking frogs, the rasping crickets, and the hooting birds in the woods ... "
p. 25 "Dusk fell. Silence settled. Insects rasped."
p. 31 "As she sang, dozens of lamps appeared, dotting the dark night, some coming down from the hill, others approaching along the road."
p .45 "She listened to the wind, the rain, and the thunder outside, alert for other sounds of danger. Inside, all was still. The silence lulled her, lulled her, lulled her ... "
↪ Taste
p. 15 "She dipped a gourdful and took it over to Mama Eurasia. The old woman drank some. The peasant girl drank the rest."
p. 21 "She knew that nothing in the world could compare with the sweet softness of pure brook water."
p. 35 "She brewed teas to stop his bleeding from inside ... "
p. 44 "Wasn't rain the nectar of gods?"
p. 49 "We know how harsh the sun has been, now feel how sweet it is."
↪ Smell
p. 30 "Where were those who always knew of, or heard of, or sensed tragedy even before tragedy presented itself?"
p. 44 "A smell of death invaded the cabin through his festering sores."
"On the fourth day of the storm an old woman, weakened by the smell of rotting flesh ... "
p. 46 "The sense of evil he had brought permeated the cabin."
p. 51 "Seeing his son lying wet and pale on the mat on the muddy floor, smelling the stench of his rotting flesh, the silver-haired father cried ... "
↪ Touch
p. 21 "She passed her hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her skin."
p. 30 "Once again Désirée reached through the window to touch the stranger, this time to comfort him, to let him know that he had no need to fear." She moved her hands gently over his face, his forehead, his hair.
p. 44 "He shivered. She lay beside him and took him in her arms. He moaned. She bared her breasts and held his head to the soft warm of her bosom."
p. 46 "She made her hands into claws and held them to his face to keep him at bay."
p. 47 "She lay beside the young patient, cradled his body to her, and sang ... "
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