Take a Girl Like You [antikvár]

Chapter One 'Hallo, Miss Bunn,' Dick Thompson said on a note of celebration. 'Do come in, that's right. Here, let me take that for you. I expect you'd like to go straight up, wouldn't you?' Jenny Bunn, a slender girl of twenty with very dark colouring, watched him turn and cross the square hall. His body was tilted forward and to the right, probably with the weight of her zip bag. He moved with short quick steps that were also somehow uncertain, as if he was going down a hill. With her music case in one hand and her tangerine-coloured topcoat thrown over the other arm she followed him up the stairs. These had rubber strips along the edge of each one, like stairs in a cafe. On the landing a door opened and a rather plump girl came out. She was wearing a white blouse with a velvet bow, a very full skirt, and navy-blue knee socks. The most noticeable thing about her face was a pair of large brown eyes. Fixing these on Jenny, she said with a foreign accent: 'I shan't be in to supper, Dick.' With that she went past and began going down the stairs. Dick Thompson wheeled round and called: 'Oh, Anna, this is -,' but the girl could not have heard, because she went on going down the stairs. 'That was Anna le Page,' he explained to Jenny. 'A grand girl. You'll like her very much, that I can guarantee. Everybody does. She's French, you see.' 'She looked nice.' 'Oh, she's a grand girl. Anything you want to know, Anna'll tell you. Here we are, then. I think you'll find there's plenty of room if you plan properly. Supper won't be ready for a minute or two, so you've timed it quite nicely. Now you've got all this cupboard, you see, but not this bottom drawer here, I'm afraid. The wife likes to keep spare bedding and so on in there. I say, is this all the stuff you've brought? It doesn't seem very ' 'My mother's sending the rest of my things on next week,' 9