Tatler . philange, and a carnation artistically blooming from hisbuttonhole. But oh, the Angel who descended the winding stairway straight intohis devouring eyes! Beatrice was garbed in a marvelous creation ofgorgeous sea-pink. Billows of foamy lace floated airily about her sylph-like form. A chain of diamonds and turquoises hung to her feet, whichwere encased in Cinderella slippers of silver. The sight was too muchfor our hero—he was bowled over! He elevated his arms with a gestureof unutterable longing. Like an arrow to the mark she darted into hisoutstretched armlets. Algy! she inhaled. Mah
Tatler . philange, and a carnation artistically blooming from hisbuttonhole. But oh, the Angel who descended the winding stairway straight intohis devouring eyes! Beatrice was garbed in a marvelous creation ofgorgeous sea-pink. Billows of foamy lace floated airily about her sylph-like form. A chain of diamonds and turquoises hung to her feet, whichwere encased in Cinderella slippers of silver. The sight was too muchfor our hero—he was bowled over! He elevated his arms with a gestureof unutterable longing. Like an arrow to the mark she darted into hisoutstretched armlets. Algy! she inhaled. Mah dear one! he articulated. And so they were married. He was attired in clothes! And she was married in a church! (You expected me to give a long description of their clothes, didnt you? Honest, now? But you see, a realgenius always keeps the reader guessing. Making the unexpected happenis the surest sign of an accomplished author.) This is the end. I can hardly wait until June 4. (Look out for ) No. Page Three Hundred Twenty-Two An iBBau tt|at Jsnt an Issag Place: Practice Home. Characters : HER (P. H. Matron) and US (me, especially) Time: Sunday Night, March 18.
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