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. She would, she claimed loudly, never wash this hand again. Her comments drew polite laughter from all those within heating distance, as well as from those who could not possibly have heard but considered it politic to laugh anyway.
Raoul wended his way through the crowd. He discovered Baejling and Krammes huddled together in a distant comer of the gigantic ballroom, attempting to appear nonchalant and comfortable, with the result that both managed to look extremely suspicious.
"Ah, here you are!" Raoul sang out loudly. "I've been searching for you everywhere. Don't kiss me, either of you. You'll muss me."
"What the devil are you doing?" Baejling demanded in a furious undertone. "You're drawing everyone's attention to US--"
"There's something I must tell you," Raoul whispered, adding loudly, with an admiring glance, "You're right about one thing, Dolf. Madame President is a remarkably beautiful woman." He gave a rapturous sigh. "I'm quite smitten. Is my lipstick smudged, Doll7."
Baejling gave him a disgusted glance, started to turn away. Krammes tugged on her partner's sleeve. Several of the waiters were eyeing them closely.
Raoul removed his mirror from a gold lain6 shoulder purse, studied himself critically. "I'm smudged! How beastly !"
"Hot in this room, isn't it?" Baejling said loudly, adding in a low voice, "Look, we're calling this off. We've had word that the secret police are on to us
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