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Betty
Pope
came
into
the
living
room
,
dragging
the
folds
of
a
satin
negligee
harlequin
-
checkered
in
orange
and
purple
.
She
looked
awful
in
a
negligee
,
thought
Taggart
;
she
was
ever
so
much
better
in
a
riding
habit
,
in
the
photographs
on
the
society
pages
of
the
newspapers
.
She
was
a
lanky
girl
,
all
bones
and
loose
joints
that
did
not
move
smoothly
.
She
had
a
homely
face
,
a
bad
complexion
and
a
look
of
impertinent
condescension
derived
from
the
fact
that
she
belonged
to
one
of
the
very
best
families
.
"
Aw
,
hell
!
"
she
said
at
nothing
in
particular
,
stretching
herself
to
limber
up
.
"
Jim
,
where
are
your
nail
clippers
?
I
’
ve
got
to
trim
my
toe
-
nails
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
have
a
headache
.
Do
it
at
home
.
"
"
You
look
unappetizing
in
the
morning
,
"
she
said
indifferently
.
"
You
look
like
a
snail
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
shut
up
?
"
She
wandered
aimlessly
about
the
room
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
home
,
"
she
said
with
no
particular
feeling
.
"
I
hate
morning
.
Here
’
s
another
day
and
nothing
to
do
.
I
’
ve
got
a
tea
session
on
for
this
afternoon
,
at
Liz
Blane
’
s
.
Oh
well
,
it
might
be
fun
,
because
Liz
is
a
bitch
.
"
She
picked
up
a
glass
and
swallowed
the
stale
remnant
of
a
drink
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
have
them
repair
your
air
-
conditioner
?
This
place
smells
.
"
"
Are
you
through
in
the
bathroom
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
have
to
dress
.
I
have
an
important
engagement
today
.
"
"
Go
right
in
.
I
don
’
t
mind
.
I
’
ll
share
the
bathroom
with
you
.
I
hate
to
be
rushed
.
"
While
he
shaved
,
he
saw
her
dressing
in
front
of
the
open
bathroom
door
.
She
took
a
long
time
twisting
herself
into
her
girdle
,
hooking
garters
to
her
stockings
,
pulling
on
an
ungainly
,
expensive
tweed
suit
.
The
harlequin
negligee
,
picked
from
an
advertisement
in
the
smartest
fashion
magazine
,
was
like
a
uniform
which
she
knew
to
be
expected
on
certain
occasions
,
which
she
had
worn
dutifully
for
a
specified
purpose
and
then
discarded
.
