The moment she got down from the train I wished I had hidden myself somewhere. She was not very glamorous, if that is what you expect, but she did have a figure, a slight and slender one, beautifully fashioned, eyes that sparkled, a complexion not white, but dusky, which made her only half visible - as if you saw her through a film of tender coconut juice. Forgive me if you find me waxing poetic.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Guide - pg. 56
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