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The jacket of the suit is covered in forest green beads, also vintage `grape' stones glistening at each side and on her
back. The bodice is of olive green crepe de chine, the colour of her eyes actually, and the matching sash, beaded and tasseled tightly hugs her waist. What she really needs is a large glass off Scotch, a good old
malt, maybe the Lairds own, and of course a cigarette. Then she'll revue that guest list to eye up the competition, if it was in fact here, or were the rumors false?
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