The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 6 Page 4

of water dripped from the radiant figure. She shook her small head saucily, and heavy masses of raven-wing hair tumbled about her, provokingly cloaking the charms so boldly outlined by her single saturated tunic of fine silk.

“Who in paradise may you be?” ejaculated Venner, while his friends stared with unconscious rudeness.

“I? I am Pascherette!” laughed the small vision, and her black eyes sparkled impudently.

“Pascherette!” echoed Tomlin, bewildered. “Does Jamaica hold such beauties?” He awkwardly brought forward a deck-chair, while Pearse stood by in speechless amazement. Venner, as better became the host, ordered a steward to bring a wrap for the astounding visitor, but the girl laughed provokingly and declined both.