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Alphonse Michelson slid into a tan, rain-proof coat, turning up the collar and buttoning across the flap, then fell to pacing the thick-nap carpet. From a mauve-colored telephone-booth emerged Miss Gertie Dobriner, flushed from bad service and from bad air. "Whew!" "Get her?" "Sure I got her. Is it such a stunt to get an address from a customer?" "Good!"
She was aroused by the entrance of Mrs. Middleton Mrs. Middleton in full carriage-dress robe and mantle of mauve-colored moire-antique, a white lace bonnet with mauve-colored flowers, and white kid gloves finished at the wrists with mauve ribbon quillings. "Why, Claudia, is it possible? Not commenced dressing yet, and everybody else ready, and the clock on the stroke of ten!
Through the mirror she could observe the mauve-colored swinging-door. "Did did Du Gass order that fish-tail model, madam?" Madam Moores dallied with her appointment-book. Through the mirror she could observe the mauve-colored swinging-door. "Yes, in green." "If I had her complexion I'd wear sandpaper to match it."
"'Sh-h-h-h." He retreated behind the mauve-colored swinging-door. The two remaining sibyls, hatted and coated to crane the neck of the passer-by, hurried arm-in-arm out into the spring evening. An errand girl, who had dropped her skirt and put up her hair so that the eye of the law might wink at her stigma of youth, hung the shimmering gowns away for another day's display.
Miss Dobriner bared her teeth to a smile and closed her lips again before she spoke. "Good night madam." Then she went out, clicking the door behind her. Through the mauve-colored swinging-door and scarcely a clock-tick later entered Mr. Alphonse Michelson, spick, light-footed, slim. "Charley's left with the black lace, madam." It was as if Madam Moores suddenly threw off the husk of the day.
"No, I was not; you had but one rival; a very young lady, wise before her age; a blonde, with violet eyes. She was dressed in light mauve-colored silk, without a single flounce, or any other tomfoolery to fritter away the sheen and color of an exquisite material; her sunny hair was another wave of color, wreathed with a thin line of white jessamine flowers closely woven, that scented the air.
She readjusted her hat, a tiny winged chariot of pink straw and designed after fashion's most epileptic caprice, coaxed her ringed fingers into a pair of but slightly soiled white gloves, her eyes the while staring past her slim reflection in the mirror and on to the mauve-colored swinging-door. "Good night, Gert."
Her Majesty took it and placed it in her hair and did look very graceful and pretty. Then she picked out a mauve-colored short jacket, also embroidered with storks, which she put on over her gown. Her handkerchief and shoes were also embroidered with storks and when she was entirely dressed she looked like the stork lady.
Then the boy looked at the flowers, and the fountains, and the sunned sea with its white sails, and the mauve-colored mountains be-yond all, and exclaimed: "Father, do you think there is any place more beautiful than this in the whole world?"
Alphonse Michelson hurtled a mauve-colored footstool and hastened rearward toward the swinging-door that led to the emptying workrooms. The tallest of the perfect-thirty-sixes, stepping out of her beaded slippers into sturdier footwear of the street, threw him a smile as he passed that set her glittering earrings and metal-yellow ringlets bobbing like bells in a breeze.
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