"Carlotta looked beautiful in the dim shaft of light that slanted through the doorway. It was still cold in the room, and she wore a short fur coat, but it was open as she sat in the chair and leaned thoward his cot, and he could see the arc of soft round flesh of her breast above the low neckline of her dress. He smelled her perfume, the essence of the woman, as she leaned even closer."

1959.