Those blue stones against the creamy neck! For years afterwards how I could see them again in the darkness that lies behind closed lids! How often I was back in the crimson darkness of the tiny chamber with the sea song of the Alaskan waves coming through the painted rushes above my head!
She was very simply dressed, yet so fitly to her own beauty.
A straight pale blue jacket covered her shoulders and opened on the breast over a white muslin vest. Her skirts hung like the full trousers of Persian women, and were a deep yellow in colour. Her feet were bare, and shone white on the red floor.
"How do you do, Suzee?" said Morley.
"How do you do, Mister Morlee," returned the girl lightly, smiling and showing pretty little teeth as she did so.
"You two gentlemen want some tea? Very good. I make it."
She glided to the curtains and disappeared as rapidly and noiselessly as she had entered.
I turned to Morley with enthusiasm.
"She's lovely, perfect."
"Isn't she just? I knew you'd say so. But she's married, old man, so don't you think you can go playing any tricks with her."