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But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Reaction set in and she leapt at him, beating at his chest with her fists. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. "It is time you should know whom you have to deal with. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. You didn’t even do that Vee; not even that. ’ Gerald laughed. She slid the dress off, naked underneath. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain.
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