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October 22, 2004
Lit Ref
"Things were not easy, but there was fortunately a distraction, for as he spoke an enormous limousine of dove-grey and silver stole soundlessly onto the field.'But what could be more opportune? Here is Mrs Beste-Chetwynde.'
Three lights skips brought him to the side of the car, but the footman was there before him. The door opened, and from the cushions within emerged a tall young man in a clinging dove-grey overcoat. After him, like the first breath of spring in the Champs-Élysées, came Mrs Beste-Chetwynde &ndash two lizard-skin feet, silk legs, chinchilla body, a tight little black hat, pinned with platinum and diamonds, and the high invariable voice that may be heard in any Ritz Hotel from New York to Budapest."
Decline and Fall, Evelyn Waugh
Posted by Amelia at October 22, 2004 06:14 PM