'' She laughed queerly.
``From this time on I'll do ANYTHING that's necessary.''
``No,--never mind. The dress of woman--of
your kind of women. It is not serious.'' He laughed
grimly. ``As for the other kind, their dress is the only
serious thing about them. It is a mistake to think that
women who dress badly are serious. My experience has
been that they are the most foolish of all. Fashionable
dress--it is part of a woman's tools. It shows that
she is good at her business. The women who try to
dress like men, they are good neither at men's business
nor at women's.''
This, while Mildred was behind the screen, loosening
her corset--though, in fact, she wore it so loose at all
times that she inconvenienced herself simply to show her
willingness to do as she was told. When she came out,
Moldini put her through a rigid physical examination
--made her breathe while he held one hand on her
stomach, the other on her back, listened at her heart,
opened wide her throat and peered down, thrust his long
strong fingers deep into the muscles of her arms, her
throat, her chest, until she had difficulty in not crying
out with pain.
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