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Inhisbluegardensmenandgirlscameandwentlikemothsamongthewhisperingsandthechampagneandthestars
AthightideintheafternoonIwatchedhisguestsdivingfromthetowerofhisraft,ortakingthesunonthehotsandofhisbeachwhilehistwomotor−boatsslitthewatersoftheSound,drawingaquaplanesovercataractsoffoam
Onweek−endshisRolls−Roycebecameanomnibus,bearingpartiestoandfromthecitybetweennineinthemorningandlongpastmidnight,whilehisstationwagonscamperedlikeabriskyellowbugtomeetalltrains
AndonMondayseightservants,includinganextragardener,toiledalldaywithmopsandscrubbing−brushesandhammersandgarden−shears,repairingtheravagesofthenightbefore
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