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$Title{Sketches, Old And New
A Fashion Item}
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Title: Sketches, Old And New
Book: A Fashion Item
Author: Twain, Mark
Date: 1893
A Fashion Item
At General G - 's reception the other night, the most fashionably dressed
lady was Mrs. G. C. She wore a pink satin dress, plain in front but with a
good deal of rake to it - to the train, I mean; it was said to be two or three
yards long. One could see it creeping along the floor some little time after
the woman was gone. Mrs. C. wore also a white bodice, cut bias, with
Pompadour sleeves, flounced with ruches; low neck, with the inside
handkerchief not visible, with white kid gloves. She had on a pearl necklace,
which glinted lonely high up the midst of that barren waste of neck and
shoulders. Her hair was frizzled into a tangled chapparel, forward of her
ears, aft it was drawn together, and compactly bound and plaited into a stump
like a pony's tail, and furthermore was canted upward at a sharp angle, and
ingeniously supported by a red velvet crupper, whose forward extremity was
made fast with a half-hitch around a hairpin on the top of her head. Her
whole top hamper was neat and becoming. She had a beautiful complexion when
she first came, but it faded out by degrees in an unaccountable way. However,
it is not lost for good. I found the most of it on my shoulder afterwards.
(I stood near the door when she squeezed out with the throng.) There were
other ladies present, but I only took notes of one as a specimen. I would
gladly enlarge upon the subject were I able to do it justice.