James Hadley Chase. So, my joy... (№ 461110)

She moved through the crowd, and her green eyes reflected anxiety and confusion, and her fragile body shrank a little under a simple cotton dress every time she was touched by fat and old, flabby and wrinkled people: they shrilly shouted something, pushed and pressed to get closer and gape in amazement at the tropical fish, who opened their mouths in response with the same amazement.