The Ginger-Jar
Oliver Sandys
Paperback
(Forgotten Books, July 13, 2012)
London. Very hot. In a small bed that was a series of humps and bumps, but which nevertheless did not seem to trouble the depth of her young repose in the very least, a girl lay sleeping, her dark brown hair tumbling over the pillow, one bare arm flung over the coverlet, part of a white and shapely leg revealed by the slipping of the same a girl who, distinctly at variance with the drab and dingy bedroom, was exceedingly good to look upon. When she was asleep was about the only time Patsy svivacious features were ever completely in repose. In sleep they took on a happy aspect of serenity that was really the keynote to a peculiarly buoyant temperament a temperament not without depth, of extraordinary courage in times of stress and of superabundant high spirits for every other day in the week. Patsy was charming to behold, awake. She was also and this is very much more rare equally beautiful to gaze upon asleep. A beam of sunlight streaming in through the window fell full upon her face, revealing the fine grain of a perfect complexion, which neither the cheap face-powder she used so lavishly by day nor nineteen years of a handto-mouth existence, ten of them spent upon the stage, had done anything to impair. She slumbered on. The hot stream of sunlight did not disturb her, neither did the penetrating cries of a ragand-bone merchant vociferously pursuing his calling in the street.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text.