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Julia, a little in front, stood at defiance Her wings, as though

ani with a low

purring whirr Half-way they struck the ceiling and dropped dead The

tiny silvery-white feathers near her shoulders rose like fur on a cat's

back One hand was clenched; the other grasped a chair Her face was not

terrified; neither was it white It gloith rage, as if a fire had

been built in an alabaster vase

All about on the floor, on chairs, over shelves lay the gauds that had

lured thee

Below the scarlet draperies swathing Chiquita's voluptuous outlines

appeared the gold stockings and the high-heeled gold slippers which she

had tried on her beautiful Andalusian feet Necklaces swung fros crowded her fingers Lulu had

thrown about her leafy costu cape of brilliant blue brocade

trilittered a boudoir-cap of web lace

studded with iridescent mock jewels Over her mail of seaweed, Clara

wore a mandarin's coat - yelloith a decoration of tiny mirrors Her

hair was studded with jeweled hairpins, corette Peachy had put on a pink chiffon evening gown hobbled in the