"You fit your background perfectly." "Do I ?" The black-brown eyes burned soulfully.

The panneling back of her was of dark oak, burnished by the rays of an afternoon winter sun.
Stephanie Platow had dressed for this opportunity.

Her full, rich, short black hair was caught by a childish band of blood-red ribbon, holding it low over her temples and ears.

Her lithe body, so harmonious in its graven roundness, was clad in an apple-green bodice, and a black skirt with gussets of red about the hem; her smooth arms, from the elbows down, were bare.

On one wrist was the jade bracelet he had given her.