"There's the easiest spender of the Lobster Club. That means
good trade here, with this new peach in the crate. These old
ginks are hard as Bessemer armor-plate in business, but oh, how
soft the tumble for a new shade of peroxide."
"Mr. Grimsby" was soon sitting on the velour divan, at a comfortable
distance from possible eavesdroppers at the door. She was putting
the finishing touches to her preparation for the butterfly role.
Shirley felt an unexpected thrill at this little intimacy of their
relations: the rooms were permeated with the most delicate
suggestion of a curious perfume, which was strange to him. Somehow
it fitted her personality so effectually: for despite the physical
appeal of her beauty, now accentuated by the risque costume which
she had donned, at the professional suggestion of Dick Holloway,
there was a pervasive spirituality in the girl's face, her hands,
and the tones of her soft voice.
She turned to smile at him, her dimples playing hide and seek
with the white pearls beneath the unduly scarlet lip.
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