33/36 From the gorgeous coverlet her bust rose like a splendid flower, and for an invalid she had a surprising color. She was indeed, as Jennings had remarked, like a tropical flower. But there was something sensual and evil about her exuberance. But not a whisper had been heard against her reputation. Maraquito, as some people said, may have been wicked, but no anchorite could have led, on the face of it, a more austere life. |