She touched her lips in a swift gesture of dismay. She had grown tall. She wore a Hindu sari, a shimmering swirl of gold net around a body that obviously was full and mature and desirable. Her eyes were incredibly large --a clear and unusual gold -- and he remembered the tawniness of her gaze. Under her wide, arched brows, her eyes expressed concern for him with an intimacy that was warm and at once responsive, as if, in their mutual memories of that Chesapeake dawn, they had soemhow remained close to each other through all the years that had intervened. It was as if they were truly old friends.