Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. “Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. You wish another name? Eh bien. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. Told you how it would be. “I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. “It’s your birthday today, May Day.
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