pink-upholstered

Updated: May 18, 2025

The pink-upholstered lady, starting back with an agility remarkable in one of her size, clasped her hands. "Don't tell me you write!" she cried dramatically. "All right, I won't," protested poor Bob, "for I don't." A slow expression of bewilderment overspread Mrs. Annis's face, and she glanced toward Baker with an arched brow of interrogation. "I merely wanted Mr. Orde to meet you, Mrs.

Stewart Edward White - The Rules of the Game