[Jaffery by William J. Locke]@TWC D-Link bookJaffery CHAPTER I 6/33
She looked, I must confess, remarkably pretty, with her fair hair _blond comme les bles_, and her mocking cornflower blue eyes, and her mutinous mouth, which has never yet (after all these years) assumed a responsible parent's austerity.
She wore a fresh white dress with coquettish bits of blue about the bodice.
In her hand she grasped a dilapidated newspaper, the _Daily Telegraph_, which looked as if she had been to bed in it. "Am I disturbing you, Hilary ?" She was.
She knew she was.
But she looked so charming, a petal of spring, a quick incarnation of pink may and forget-me-not and laburnum, that I put down my pen and I smiled. "You are, my dear," said I, "but it doesn't matter." "What are you doing ?" She remained on the threshold. "I am writing my presidential address," said I, "for the Grand Meeting, next month, of the Hafiz Society." "I wonder," said Barbara, "why Hafiz always makes me think of sherbet." I remonstrated, waving a dismissing hand. "If that's all you've got to say--" "But it isn't." She crossed the threshold, stepped in, swished round the end of my long oak table and took possession of my library.
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