She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. Or become a thorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial expert. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience.
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