His tiger, Black Cat, was too wise to make reference to the danger of springing the grays in the middle of town. lucky you didn’t get the crop across your shoulders, saying a word when he was in this mood. Anyway, there was no one to speak of in the park at this unfashionable hour of the morning, and they would be on the Chelsea Road in next to no time, the way he was springing ‘em. There he might run his bits o’ blood into the ground without killing anyone save themselves... So, Black Cat thought with a smug smile, she’d turned him down, and thank God for it! To be carting that China doll round town, going no more than five miles an hour and stopping at every carriage with a crest on the side of it, was not Blackie’s idea of driving at all. A nifty piece she were, to be sure. Pretty as could stare, with her blond curls and blue glass eyes. The carriage hit rut in the road, and its occupants were lifted six inches from their seats. Milord’s curled beaver left his head and went whirling down the road behind them.
What do You think about An Affair Of The Heart (1977)?
