‘One thing at a time, missie. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. V. Ann Veronica found herself in a little stirring crowd of excited women, whispering and tittering and speaking in undertones. They were both dressed in every respect alike. They had a universe to talk about—two universes.
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