'Scuyder Cliff' - A Memoir of a Young Man

Madame olenska wore a long robe of red velvet bordered about the chin and down the front with glossy black fur. She held out her left hand to archer in a way mysteriously gesting that she expected him to kiss it. Archer remembered, on his last visit to paris, seeing a portrait by a new painter, carlos duran, whose pictures were the sensation of the salon. There was something perverse and provocative in the notion of ur worn in the evening in a heated drawing room. But the effect was undeniably pleasing. Lord, love us.