silk-bound

Updated: May 19, 2025

And I allowed myself to be dragged. 'There! Sit down. Don't move. I'll fetch your tea. And presently he returned with the cup. 'Now that you've nearly killed me, I said, 'and spoilt my dress, perhaps you'll explain. He produced the silk-bound book of manuscript from his pocket and put it in my unoccupied hand. 'I want you to read it to me aloud, all of it, he said. 'Really? 'Really.

Arnold Bennett - Sacred and Profane Love