She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. “I do,” he answered. . . I know something about men. The couple reappeared from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the alley of mauve and purple. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected.
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