Perdita Esperanza was young, and there was an air of subdued gaiety about her clothes – a smart green jacket, a white silk long-sleeved blouse with cuffs. Down the front ran frilly trimming of pleated lace. Her strong full breasts asserted themselves, creating dimples in the silk to catch the sheen off the sunlight. The cover of clothes could not hide the purity of nature’s lines. Her thick black, shoulder-length hair, highlighted by the sun’s rays, changed colors like water rushing over a jutting rock in a swift stream. The symmetry of her body was in harmony with the loveliness of her face.