She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. Little by little Sebastian gave to her the story of how she came to be abducted. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. Some of their specimens—wonderfully selected, wonderfully got up. He stopped short with a little exclamation of surprise. There was no rush.
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