Carolyn Wells

The Room with the Tassels Carolyn Wells

The air of finality in the gaze levelled at Braye defied contradiction, so he merely smiled at the girl who was doing the talking. But, talking or silent, Eve Carnforth was well worth smiling at. Her red hair was of that thin, silky, flat-lying sort, that spells temper, but looks lovely, and her white, delicate skin, -perhaps the least bit hand-painted, -showed temperament while her eyes, of the colour called beryl, -whatever that is, -showed all sorts of thi