This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...who were left seemed to go at it with new zest. By four o'clock, they were tired of dancing and had taken to "stunts." Songs, recitations, solo dancing of every kind and description, and finally parlor acrobatic feats of every known power and variety followed one after another. At six they were, as compared to their ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...who were left seemed to go at it with new zest. By four o'clock, they were tired of dancing and had taken to "stunts." Songs, recitations, solo dancing of every kind and description, and finally parlor acrobatic feats of every known power and variety followed one after another. At six they were, as compared to their original numbers, but a handful; that handful though, the youngest and gayest. They resumed dancing for a while. At seven they went to a Childs' restaurant near by and ate ravenously of ham and eggs, steak, sausages, coffee--anything that the bill of fare afforded. After breakfast they repaired to the studio of the Golden Girl; there with the aid of more cigarettes and more drinks, they sat round on the floor telling stories, swapping experiences until their hostess fell asleep. It was some time after noon when Southward and Hester got home and fell, exhausted but jubilant, into their beds. It was nine o'clock the next morning before they opened their eyes. CHAPTER V Azile, in a complicated negligee of rose-pink and tea-coloured lace, mob cap of silver trimmed with roses, stood within when the maid opened the door to Southward's ring. "Oh, here you are!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad. Wait a moment," she called to the driver of the taxi. "It was awfully good of you to send a taxi for me," Southward said, "tut very foolish. I walk everywhere, you know, and I have a natural sense of direction. It's the only way to get to know a new city." "You're right," Azile approved, "but I never walk anywhere if I can help it. I hate walking. And somehow I always take it for granted that other people feel the way I do. One reason, of course, is my high heels. I just about live in taxis. You get the...
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