Albert Kinross,
The Truth about Vignolles — Forbidden Fruit
“ I drove up and waited, and one of the two eunuchs went in and announced me, and presently the door of the harim opened and Ziba herself came down the steps and into the little front garden that was railed off from the street. It was my first glimpse of her and hers of me, although we had known one another since the autumn. She wore the white veil that goes over the ears and which meets the black dress or habara, but she had chosen one so transparent that I could catch the outline of her face below the eyes and brow, and even the curves and color of her small red mouth. ”
