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"Possibly. They were driving on their way to dinner with a friend

in the most festive state of mind. And they beheld a pretty woman

in a hired sledge; she overtakes them, looks round at them, and,

so they fancy anyway, nods to them and laughs. They, of course,

follow her. They gallop at full speed. To their amazement, the

fair one alights at the entrance of the very house to which they

were going. The fair one darts upstairs to the top story. They

get a glimpse of red lips under a short veil, and exquisite

little feet."

"You describe it with such feeling that I fancy you must be one

of the two."