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Thank you for letting me show it to you before I go down." She gave both his hands a friendly little shake and, glancing down at her skirt in blissful consciousness of its perfection, stepped backward into her own room.
Later, while he stood at his dresser constructing an immaculate knot in his white tie, Nina knocked.
"Hurry, Phil! Oh, may I come in?
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