Ah, cette guerre! This war! Et brrrrr! This frrreezing cold! Never had Paris been so cold. Never had it been so hard to be well dressed in Paris as it was last week. But pride must bear pain. "Il jaur souffrir pour étre belle." At the famed House of Worth, the main salon beyond the double doors was empty.
Then behind a jet of vaporous breath appeared a vendeuse, rubbing her hands, the national gesture of this winter. Madame wished to see a dress? The one with the elbow sleeves and the...
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