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Desert Love

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 841    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

she stand

would keep silent, the pretty ones merely smiling, having sampled the Coventry-sending powers of plain women in the majority on board, and the plai

old hair, and the bluest of blue eyes, which looked at you in disconcert

liest teeth, a nose which also turned up, not unduly, and a skin on which lay the merest suspicion of powder like dust on a butterfly's wings, als

loveliest, longest, narrowest feet ever shod and silken h

more the idea of strength, and buoyancy, and the love of humanity she gave out, that att

he disposition, or the woman eager to acquire a husband of any disposition whatever, liked her

g cards and cigarette debris, disliked her intensely, not so much because she did not ally herself with them, as for the fact that she did not range herself against them, having even been heard to

eckles, and pungent aroma usually allied to reddish hair, but as it was, the combination of the red-gold glory with blackest curling lashes, skin like satin, and the faintest trace of Devonshire lavender, created a perfec

her shoes gave reason for envy, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness, being on the day you met her exquisite champagne coloure

tty feet, the glimpse of white lace and a plain face, against the really beautiful countenance up above the

thing, and which she sensed is to be found so much more easily in the East she was leaving behind in the space of a few hours. The rest of her rebelling against the West, the monotonous days on the

look again at the camels stalking on into the desert, and finding herse

endeth the dullest

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