” She pulled her dress back over her breasts, glad for the elastic that she had sewn in. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. The weed was all right. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity.
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