¶ Sad-eyed President Albert Lebrun sped her away from "home" (Paris) in his private car, with a French gendarme stiff at attention every kilometer all the way to Calais.

¶ Shameless hawkers in the Gare du Nord sold what they said were scraps of cloth from her trousseau.

¶ She paid customs duties at Dover on her $20,000 Paris clothes. "I packed them myself. I love to touch them! They are so beautiful. I was so excited I got up at 4 o'clock this morning!"

¶ The Duke of Kent, kissing her on both cheeks at Victoria Station after first kissing...

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