From an strange story about cheating at cards in the existence of a Duchess, in an problem of great house cleaning of 1911.
Her gown was rather less imposing than any individual else’s. I don’t indicate that it wasn’t a credit score to her hostess, however it seemed to do less striving for impact than our own. It was of a soft, clinging satin, in tones of palest gray. except that the top was creamy with lace, it seemed not to have been “composed” at all. however for a pet dog collar of splendid yellow topazes set in silver, she used no gems. It was whispered about that the duchess was patriotic in her wardrobe, as well as that this gown came from Liberty’s in London; whereupon my wise neighbor concluded, “Well, if that is Liberty, provide me Death.” however I liked it— the gown, I mean. It was ready to be forgotten. It was maybe the strongest perception that she made upon me, that a person failed to remember her gown as well as her title in the appeal of the woman herself.
The exact same problem has this picture in it, which I discover very, extremely humorous:
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