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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sneaky-Peeky Sunday: Lily My Lovely by Lena Kennedy

Right now I'm reading this page from the old-world charm book 'Lily, My Lovely' by Lena Kennedy. Here's a look:

'...him by his real name. She had just used dear or darling, and this thought amazed her and she wondered why it was.

 He returned soon afterwards, grinning mischievously. The corners of his mouth curled up and his brown eyes, which were usually stern, shone with humour. 'Up you get, Lily,' he said. 'All aboard. I got you a single ticket on the train.'

 'I won't go,' Lily stated obstinately. but her heart was hovering and in a strange way she was pleased that he was leaving her little choice.

 He held both her hands. 'Trust me, darling. Let's take a chance on some happiness while we are still young, and you are so beautiful.'

 That did it. Lost in a daze Lily held on to his hand tightly as they went through to board the train to Portsmouth. Kasie suggested that she sit on her own in first-class. 'It's better not to be seen together,' he explained. 'My shipmates are on this train and I don't like them to know my business. Besides, they might pinch you from me.'

 Lily stared at him suspiciously. 'I don't think I'll come,' she said half-heartedly. 'I've changed my mind.'

 Kasie shrugged and looked at his watch. 'That is entirely your own decision,' he said. 'But you had better be a big girl and make it. The train will soon be leaving. Trust me,' he whispered, looking down into her eyes. The steady gaze in those dark-brown eyes seemed to hypnotise Lily. She calmly took his arm and allowed him to escort her to the first-class compartment. 'I'll hang about in the corridor and keep an eye on you,' he told her. 'When we reach Portsmouth, go into the buffet in the station and wait for me. Promise me, leiblin?' he pleaded.

 Lily nodded dumbly and sat in a remote corner of the carriage well away from the other passengers - two well-dressed women and a petty officer. The rest of the train was overcrowded. Hundreds of servicemen sat on their kit-bags in the corridor; women in naval dress walked up and down the corridor, back and forth to the toilet, laughing and jesting with the service personnel as they pushed past them. Throughout the journey south, from under the brim of her smart black felt hat.....'

- Debolina Raja Gupta