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           Whenthetaxidroveoffshesankintoonecornerofitandgurgledwithlaughter.

           "Raped,mydear.Practicallyraped.Atmytimeoflife.Andwithoutsomuchasbyyourleave.Treatedmelikeatart.Eighteenth-centurycomedy,that’swhatitis.Imighthavebeenawaiting-maid.Inahoop,withthosefunnypuffythings-whatthedevilaretheycalled?-thattheyworetoemphasizetheirhips,anapronandascarfroundmeneck."ThenwithvaguememoriesofFarquharandGoldsmithsheinventedthedialogue."La,sir,’tisshametotakeadvantageofapoorcountrygirl.WhatwouldMrs.Abigail,herladyship’swoman,sayansheknewherladyship’sbrotherhadravishedmeofthemostprecioustreasureayoungwomaninmystationoflifecanpossess,videlicet*herinnocence.Fie,оfie,sir."

           WhenJuliagothomethemasseusewasalreadywaitingforher.MissPhillipsandEviewerehavingachat.

           "Wherever’aveyoubeen,MissLambert?"saidEvie."An’whataboutyourrest,Ishouldliketoknow."

           "Damnmyrest."

           Juliatoreoffherclothes,andflungthemwithamplegesturesallovertheroom.Then,starknaked,sheskippedontothebed,stooduponitforamoment,likeVenusrisingfromthewaves,andthenthrowingherselfdownstretchedherselfout.

           "What’stheidea?"saidEvie.

           "Ifeelgood."

           "Well,ifIbehavedlikethatpeople’dsayI’dbeendrinkin’."

           MissPhillipsbegantomassageherfeet.Sherubbedgently,torestandnottotireher.

           "Whenyoucameinjustnow,likeawhirlwind,"shesaid,"Ithoughtyoulookedtwentyyearsyounger.