Suzanne Lenglen, with a shaking hand, tilted to her lips a long amber glass. The touch of her hand frosted the glass, for she was very hot; only a mad woman would imbibe iced liquors at such a time—a mad woman, or a French woman. Onetime King Manuel of Portugal, Grand Duke Michael of Russia, ex-King George of Greece, the Rajah of Pudukkottia, watched the amber glass tilt up and up; the linesmen, the umpires and 4,000 of the smartest women and the richest men in Europe...
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