Well, if you took her to pieces (aposiopesis)

XTA 19/3 Ulug`bekova Gulziraxon

A Cup Of Tea (by Katherine Mansfield)

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  Rosemary Fell was not exactly beautiful. No, you couldn't have called her beautiful. Pretty?(ellipsis) Well, if you took her to pieces...(aposiopesis) But why be so cruel as to take anyone to pieces? She was young, brilliant, extremely modem, exquisitely well dressed, amazingly well read in the newest of the new books(parallel construction), and her parties were the most delicious mixture of the really important people(metaphor) and... artists - quaint creatures, discoveries of hers(metaphor),
  
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  Rosemary had been married two years. She had a duck of a boy(metaphor).
  
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  But if Rosemary wanted to shop she would go to Paris as you and I(simily) would go to Bond Street. If she wanted to buy flowers, the car pulled up at that perfect shop in Regent Street, and Rosemary inside the shop just gazed in her dazzled, rather exotic way, and said: "I want those and those and those(repetition). Give me four bunches of those. And that jar of roses(ellipsis). Yes, I'll have all the roses in the jar. No, no lilac. I hate lilac. It's got no shape." The attendant bowed and put the lilac out of sight, as though this was only too true; lilac was dreadfully shapeless. "Give me those stumpy little tulips. Those red and white ones." And she was followed to the car by a thin shop-girl staggering under an immense white paper armful that looked like a baby in long clothes....(simily)
  
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  To-day it was a little box. He had been keeping it for her. He had shown it to nobody as yet. An exquisite little enamel box with a glaze so fine it looked as though it had been baked in cream(simily). On the lid a minute creature stood under a flowery tree, and a more minute creature still had her arms round his neck. Her hat, really no bigger than a geranium petal, hung from a branch; it had green ribbons. And there was a pink cloud like a watchful cherub floating above their heads