At the Spanish Embassy in London one night last week, Edward of Wales sat on a gilded chair during a function in honor of Vice President Julio Roca of Argentina, a friend of his Empire Salesman days. Before him gyrated a sinuous Spanish dancer, her hair set with jaunty combs and a rose. As she stomped through a lively jota, one comb fell out. H. R. H. swooped it up, returned it with a bow. At the next paseo the lady with flashing eyes shook out two more combs and the rose. There...
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