Black script lettering reading Elle est forte with the reference Proverbs 31:25 beneath, drawn as a lettering design on a white background with no body placement shown.

Elle est forte script lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the French phrase Elle est forte in flowing black brush-style script, with a smaller serif line reading Proverbs 31:25 below the main words. The strokes vary in thickness, with thin hairline flourishes trailing from the capitals and the final letters. It is set on a plain white background in black ink only, with the phrase arranged diagonally across the frame.

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The trough had frozen again overnight, a grey lid of ice over the water, and Ruth broke it with the back of the hammer while Tom stood in the gateway with the auctioneer's letter folded in his coat. He read it aloud anyway, as though the words might sound better in the cold air. Forty acres at Dunmere, sealed bids by the first of February.

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She counted the feed sacks in the lean-to instead of answering. Eleven left, and the cake for the ewes would not last the month. Her mother had written the phrase on the back of every seed packet she ever bought, in a looping hand that leaned forward as if it were late for something. Ruth had thought it a sentimental habit until the winter the roof came in and her mother went through the lambing alone with a torch clamped in her teeth.

In the far pen a ewe was straining, and Ruth went to her on her knees in the straw. The lamb came backwards, all legs, and she worked it free with her wrists slick and her breath smoking, rubbing its ribs with a handful of straw until it sneezed and shook its ears at her as if it had been wronged. Tom watched from the rail and said nothing about the letter.

When she came out the sky had cleared to a hard pale green. She took the chalk from the nail by the feed-room door and wrote the phrase on the planks beside the tally of sacks, pressing hard so it would survive the thaw. Tom read it, then read it again, moving his lips over the French the way he did with prices. He left the letter in his coat.