She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. “In private. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm.
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