‘Oh, the Frenchie. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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