The rose-pearl body pulsed, and there broke forth a ripple of music like the sound of a muted harp, infinitely sweet and distant.

Through the ship the hysterical cry of voices had changed; it was softening with the thrum, softening, listening to the dying thread of infinitely sweet sound.

It gave up a fragrance, subtle and infinitely sweet.

And now consciously her face was called up, infinitely sweet and more impelling for the deliberate memory.

A courtier remembered her as "infinitely sweet tempered and good hearted."

Then, with a glissando of sound, infinitely sweet, like a peal of electronic bells, a single scale tentacle whipped out from a curled position below the head and seized the body of the dead quog.

Even as he set down the goblet a murmur of music whispered through the air: a concord infinitely sweet, infinitely melancholy.

Though she really has been through the mill, she remains unsoiled, infinitely sweet.

She did not fully realise that this was so, but there was something in condescension coming from her which was infinitely sweet.

The memories swirled and twined to become joined in his mind, twisted together like a striped candy, infinitely sweet, nauseatingly sad, a pain that clenched the guts like a cancer, eating him-women and Jubal, love and love-the one destroyed, the other destroyed.