NO CINDERELLA
"MADAM, have you lost a slipper?" I asked politely. I held toward her a dainty shoe that might very well have appareled the foot of Venus; only one can not quite lift the imagination to the point of picturing Venus rising out of the Cyprian wave in a pair of ball-room slippers.
"I am not yet addressed as madam," said she, calmly drawing her skirts about her feet, which were already securely hidden.
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