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JIM had never seen the girl in evening clothes, and he was smitten dumb by her ethereal beauty. She wore a simple dress of cream charmeuse, innocent of colour, except for the touch of gold at her waist. She looked taller to Jim's eyes, and the sweet dignity of her face was a benison which warmed and comforted his heart.
"Well," she asked as the cab was proceeding towards Piccadilly. "Am I presentable?"