Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott (Francis Scott) Fitzgerald
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page 55 of 401 (13%)
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"Honestly, you look great!" repeated Perry enthusiastically. "Move round a little." The hind legs moved forward, giving the effect of a huge cat-camel hunching his back preparatory to a spring. "No; move sideways." The camel's hips went neatly out of joint; a hula dancer would have writhed in envy. "Good, isn't it?" demanded Perry, turning to Mrs. Nolak for approval. "It looks lovely," agreed Mrs. Nolak. "We'll take it," said Perry. The bundle was stowed under Perry's arm and they left the shop. "Go to the party!" he commanded as he took his seat in the back. "What party?" "Fanzy-dress party." "Where'bouts is it?" This presented a new problem. Perry tried to remember, but the names of all those who had given parties during the holidays danced |
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