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unearths some literary gems.
From Lady Molly of Scotland Yard, by Baroness Orczy:
***“I saw a gentleman at Scotland Yard,” she explained, after a short preamble, “because Miss—er—Lulu Fay came to me at the hotel this very morning....”[From here on, "Miss—er—Lulu Fay" becomes a sort of "Ha! Clifford" (remember him from Rachel Ferguson?), being repeatedly referred to in this way by the narrator.]***The mysterious woman in the big hat was still the chief subject of leading articles in the papers....There were caricatures and picture post-cards in all the shop windows of a gigantic hat covering the whole figure of its wearer, only the feet, and a very long and pointed chin, protruding from beneath the enormous brim.[No illustration for this, but the author has done an excellent job of evoking it, imho.]***There was just one instant of absolute silence, one of those magnetic moments when Fate seems to have dropped the spool on which she was spinning the threads of a life, and is just stooping in order to pick it up.***Bonus: "much behatted" to describe a (different) woman in a large and/or elaborate hat.
And an illustration is attached in the spirit of "Who needs context?"
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