"My, my, aren't you a pretty young lad." He lifts her chin with the sharp tip of his cane and observes her, leaning closer, eyes slitted with the delight of the play. "If I didn't know better, I would've thought you a girl."
Yep, an illustration for
The Pricking of Thorns. Click for bigger.
Yes, I know I am going to a special hell for all this pornography of a 1940 Technicolor family movie, but I blame the Veidt.