| March 28, z97o. Home, please, William, said Mrs. Jameson with the affected po-liteness she habitually used to talk to her chauffeur (You know,Dorothy, my servants adore me, I never forget their birthdays and Ialways speak to them politely). William bent his fat, shaved neck-as it happened his name was not William, but to simplify life Mrs.Jameson addressed all the chauffeurs who had worked for her sincethe death of her husband by this name-placed his two plumphands on the steering wheel, and the Cadillac gave a smooth humand started off with infinite, cautious slowness. Mrs. Jameson rested her massive frame against the back seat,which had been custom-made of beautiful English leather, adjustedher glasses, which were trimmed with small but real diamonds,propped her alligator bag on her vast thighs, pivoted her heavyhead to the left, dropped her lower lip, opened her gray eyes verywide, and peering at Professor Sevilla, examined him at leisure, insilence, without a trace of embarrassment, as if he were an object.Her first impression was confirmed, dark eyes, dark complexion,coal-black hair, he looks like a gypsy, I ll bet he s just as hairy aspoor John, a real ape, hair even on his back and a thatch on hischest, another of those supermasculine red-blooded Latins, alwaysin rot. |
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