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unearths some literary gems.
From Feathers Left Around, by Carolyn Wells:
***Then Stella Lawrence trailed in. Stella was the sort who always trails in preference to any other means of locomotion. Though her skirts did not quite touch the ground, there were ends of chiffon, floating draperies and a long filmy scarf that trailed along the floor behind her.Green-eyed, ash-blonde, pale, thin, willowy, she paused back of the chair of the rather robust and florid countess, well knowing the value of the contrast.“Get away!” Countess Galaski screamed. “Get away, you and your Burne-Jonesiness! I can’t stand the comparison!”***At which he good-naturedly smiled and continued his still hunt for special finds which he could buy for a song and sell for a chorus.***“Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!” cried the Countess.***Miss Dwyer wore a hat with one stiff, black quill feather. When she spoke emphatically, as she almost always did, this feather nodded sharply and seemed to punctuate her speech.[I'm sure I've seen something like that before, but it's always good.]***"Why, if she told me all the lies in the catalogue,—or wherever lies grow,—it would make no difference in my feelings toward her!"***
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