Лампа газовая Kovea "Lighthouse Gas Lantern" TKL-961

The dinner was pleasant enough, but somehow that old fear that she had felt on the plane began to return. The more he drank the more familiar he became and by the end of the meal he had his hand resting firmly on her knee and each time she tried to brush it away, he would just "pooh, pooh" her and tell her that she was like a daughter to him. The wine had made her head a little light so she tried, once again, to ignore his advances and have a good time. The ride "over the hill" was an experience in itself. They passed the road to the airport and went down another dirt road which was twice as bumpy and crooked. The car lurched from side to side and she was thrown first against Mr. Ward and next against the door until she felt as though she were going to be shaken apart. Finally they arrived at a small club with glaring lights which read "The Kit Kat Klub." The club was dimly lit except for the flicker of candles on the wooden tables throughout the room and an occasional old-fashioned gas lantern. The only thing breaking up the large rectangular room was the bar and a small stage off to one side. "I think you will enjoy the native entertainment here," he said. "It is different and very interesting, the only club of its kind in the islands." The ceiling was pitch black and covered with a glittery substance which reflected the candles glow in various colors ...»