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clearly. You, of course, cannot. Let me describe what I see: I see a woman surrounded by a halo of shifting yellow, orange and blue light from the fire. I see a shiny stream of black hair on falling on her shoulders and outlining a face of beauty. High cheekbones, rosy cheeks, sparkling healthy eyes, clear, open and wide, looking at you, Peter. I see a pert nose, and full lips that are moist. From her thin neck, her small shoulders widen. She holds them back in a posture of self-assurance. This is a woman not to be taken lightly, Peter, as you are surely aware." "I see her chest rising and falling slowly, small breasts straining against the soft fabric of her dress. The breasts, one might almost think, of a young girl. Even from this distance, and in