19/27 But Rufus--well, Rufus is a bounder, and I'll never have anything more to say to him." "I think you are quite right to hold your head up above these fisher fellows," remarked Knight, his grey eyes watching her with an appraising expression. "They are as much out of place near you as a bed of bindweed would be in the neighbourhood of a passion-flower." His glance took in her still panting bosom. "I think you are something of a passion-flower," he said, faintly smiling. "I wonder at any man daring to risk offending you." Columbine stood up with the free movement of a disdainful princess. |