- Here, - I heard the smooth voice of the seller. - Look, mademoiselle. In the hands of the failed merchant musical instruments lay and shimmered all shades of scarlet fantastic dress, the sight of which I closed my eyes, and the next second they opened sharply. - Do you want to try Mademoiselle? - Yes! - I almost cried. - I wish! In a fitting room, I stared at myself in the mirror. That was it: my clothes, which I was completely transformed. From the mirror looked at me almost unknown young woman with anxious eyes and a smile lurking in the corners of the lips.
The Letters of John Wesley Hardin
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