21/47 Harry was very fond of roasted chicken. He inhaled that and the delicate perfume of Ida's garments and hair. He regarded her glowing beauty with affection which had no taint of sensuality. Harry had more of a poetic liking for sweet odors and beauty than a sensual one. He had not lost his strange youthfulness of expression; it was as if a child had the appearance of having been longer on the earth. |