Vladimir Nabokov. Un tipo bien plantado
He told his tale. "Pfui!v she uttered, smiling.
"Well, after that came the era of wanderings, and a multitude of trades. At one time I even used to shine shoes—and would see in my dreams the precise spot in the garden where the old butler, by torch light, had buried our ancestral jewels. There was, I remember, a sword, studded with diamonds—"
"I'll be back in a minute," said the lady.
The resilient cushion had not yet had time to cool when she again sat down upon it and with mellow grace recrossed her legs.
"—and moreover two rubies, that big, then stocks in a golden cas ke