Bullding,” she declared. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. ’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness.
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