"Cora Neville sat at a vanity table, studying her blonde erotic beauty. From the waist up she was nude, and around her swelling hips was a slithered heap of silk, nothing more. Her nakedness did not seem to be a conscious matter with her, or designed to gain any overt reaction from the man who was with her. the man was the general manager of the Salamander, George West, tall and lithe, and a dark face and darker rage, who moved in the room with an intimacy that made their relationship clear at once, the intimacy of husband and wife, or lovers long grown domestic with each other."

1955.