“Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.”
“Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.”
“I press my lips to the curve of her neck, just to prove I am strong, just to prove I can do it. But I can't. I'm going to bite.”
“You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.”
“But Nightshirts aren't dangerous," Pippi assured her. "They don't bite anybody except in self defense.”
“she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.”