It was as their elevator, crowded full with the first installment of the entire party, reached the ground floor that David caught sight of Ross, standing waiting for it to take her up. For an instant he didn't know her. She looked smaller than ever in a plain black tailored suit, black fox fur, and tiny black hat. The red curl was nowhere in sight, but the white face and the narrowed black-brown eyes couldn't be mistaken in that crowd of rouge and lipstick and hilarity. Besides, somebody said casually: "Hi, Ross--b…
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