The maiden aunts of Madrid tut-tutted while the roués pooh-poohed; it was bruited that Director Primo Rivera, real ruler of Spain, was riding for a fall. That Anthony had had his life blighted by a caressing Cleopatra was no reason why Primo should follow suit, so thought the prudish ones. Others, in true Latin form, made light of the matter, dismissing it with an expressive shrug of the shoulders. The truth was, so the rumor ran, that Primo had fallen in love, which, in the best circles, is not considered orthodox for a married man. La Caoba, "auburn-haired dancing...
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