\" Now it was Michelle’s turn to laugh. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. “Why?” he asked, suavely. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women.
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