Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. He begged their attention for the next turn. Sheppard now directed her steps. ‘Hilary is a darling. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks.
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