Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible.
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