The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter

The company of wolves 

....At night, the eyes of wolves shine like candle flames, yellowish, reddish, but that is because

 the pupils of their eyes fatten on darkness and catch the light from your lantern to flash it back

 to you--red for danger; if a wolf's eyes reflect only moonlight, then they gleam a cold and 

unnatural green, a mineral, a piercing colour. If the benighted traveller spies those luminous,

 terrible sequins stitched suddenly on the black thickets, then he knows he must run,

 if fear has not struck him stock-still. 

The Bloody Chamber

....So, for the opera, I wore a sinuous shift of white muslin tied with a silk string under the breasts.

 And everyone stared at me. And at his wedding gift.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide,

 like an extraordinarily precious slit throat. 

Puss In Boots
.....there is a lady sits in a window for one hour and one hour only, at the tenderest time of dusk.
 You can scarcely see her features, the curtains almost hide her; shrouded like a holy image, 
she looks out at the piazza as the shops shut up, the stalls go down, the night comes on. 

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