25/35 Aileen's red-gold head, and pink cheeks, and swimming eyes, her body swathed in silks and rich laces; and Lynde, erect, his shirt bosom snowy white, his face dark, almost coppery, his eyes and hair black--they were indeed a strikingly assorted pair. "Who's plunging? "We're merely working out a formula--Mrs.Cowperwood and I. We're doing it together." Aileen smiled. She was in her element at last. |