Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. The sing-song girl, seeing Ruth, extended her hands and began to chatter rapidly. She saw the Chamberlain girls getting into a plethora of different cars (with barely a stitch on) with young men who seemed unnaturally excited about their first “dates”. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances.
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