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No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. But Miss Stanley took no notice of these things. Stars appeared in the periphery of her vision. As Mrs. One was in the Indian Civil Service and one in the rapidly developing motor business. Then she stood up and looked around the room. "Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance.
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