bookmark

Later on Felicity told me she had worked the bookmark for him because his father used to drink before he ran away.

And, and,” Lucile whispered the words, “was there a bookmark in the upper corner of the inside of the front cover?

It was the 'Æneid,' and I began at your bookmark and tried to stagger through a page, but it floored me.

Anne read the note, kissed the bookmark, and dispatched a prompt reply back to the other side of the school.