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And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. He noticed the two chairs close together. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. ‘I did not send you a card because in the normal way of things you rarely attend such affairs. ’ She eyed him. She’s so embarrassed about it that she only wears one-piece swimsuits when she tans outside.
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