"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away
together. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. She wanted to turn him. Critically, she stared at her own features. But once I started, Forever
Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of
Hell, virtually writing itself. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your
brain which is addled. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth.
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