"The rustling of her billowing silk taffeta dress sweeping along the marbled floor of the foyer, gave me a sense of initial warning that I should keep my stoic composure. I saw her last when we were children, playing in her garden chasing her lovely spaniel Lucy. I was enamoured with her then, and I know that my passion for her now has grown to a more mature gentility".
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How very Edith Whartonesque!
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