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August 12th, 2014
"You are not English - you cannot be English - to dance as you do,"
murmured Jules into Lady Dortheimer's ear. "You are the sprite, the
spirit of the wind. Droushcka petrovka navarouchi."
"What is that language?"
"Russian," said Jules mendaciously. "I say something to you in
Russian that I dare not say in English."
Lady Dortheimer closed her eyes. Jules pressed her closer to him.
"THE CASE OF THE DISTRESSED LADY"
murmured Jules into Lady Dortheimer's ear. "You are the sprite, the
spirit of the wind. Droushcka petrovka navarouchi."
"What is that language?"
"Russian," said Jules mendaciously. "I say something to you in
Russian that I dare not say in English."
Lady Dortheimer closed her eyes. Jules pressed her closer to him.
"THE CASE OF THE DISTRESSED LADY"