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        “wordsdescribethisexotiesebeauty?Herunhurriedmotiohodidorderly,haveanalmosthypnoticeffecthardtoputintowords.”Angelicasufferedfromneurasthenia,whichmadehertenseandhyper,aencouldnotsleepfhtsinarow．ButLotus’systematientswerejustsuffittocalmherdownandsootheherintoaslumber．ShewouldalwaysrememberthetimeshewaswatgLotuspaintwithatinybrushpeiculouslydrawingthehairandeyebrowsofanaesedyinlowcarefulstrokes．Angelicafelsleeprightaway．

        Meanwhile，StephaheIndianprincess，waswatgAishawithherrgeluminouseyes，whichcouldbesevereandintimidatingwhenaroused，butwhichwereleasaclearpoolofwaterinautumn．Aishasatwithhershapelylonglegscrossed，herheadbowed，pyingwithherfingernailsaswasherwhehought．Herhair，normallykeptinaknotatthenapeofherneck，waslooseonhershoulders，addingtohermaturebeauty．Thefullnessofherbreasts,hernguidposture，aswelsacertain，almostindistinguishableaura，suggesteditwasthetimeofhermenstrualperiod.Theyearssatwellonher.Farfromdetragfromhercharm,theyenhancedherwomanlyattractivenessandfeminiy．Stephanie,whohad"decapitatedthescarletdragowigofenvyandanindescribableregretforwhatshehadlostforever．Itseemedtohernowthatthe"scarletdragon"wasasymbolofsexualityandfeminineness.Buttheoldherself"Mybodyisapuzzleoftheuniversewhitendtouepbystep.”Justthen,thedoorsuddenlyburstopen．

        Samantha:

        ThespaciousbathroominanotherpartofthepacewasmadeofItalianmarble，handpolishedandsmoothedtosuchadegreethatithadamirror-likeeffect．Thesheenofthegoldenfixturesreflectedbythemirrorsandthepolishedmarblesurfaceaddedtotheairofluxury．Anopensidedoorledtoagardenverandahwherecolorfundfragrantflowerswereblooming，inspiteofthedazzlingandbrilliantsunlight．Thegoldensunshinewaslikeagssoftransparent，sparklingwihaditsmovingrhythm，likethestringofsoundspyedonahugeharpbynimblefihegoldensummerwindflewaroundonitsrestlesswings.Thewarmgoldenbreezeslippedthroughtheopendoorintothearbleinteriorasifseekierfromsuchheatandbrilliance，bringingwithitthearomaofsummerflowers．Thewarmgoldehesummerafternoonwasbrokenonlybythefaintrhythmicalsoundsofnativewomenpoundingrianearbyhill．Thump!Thump!Thump!theywent．Thoughfarawayiaheenergyandpowerofeachmuffledthrustcouldbefelt．Eachofthesesoundsseemedtohaveanimpaantha’sheart．Shecameoutofherbath，wearingathickbathrobe．Theweather，thoughhot，wasbreezyandinthatmarblebathroom，itwasdpleasantwiththesmerflowerspermeatingtheair．ButSamanthawalkedsullenlytowardsherstudiowhereshedidherfashiondesigning．Theair-ditioningtherewasturnedonfullbst,creatinganartiflcialess.Expensiveperfumes,whosepricewascalcutedindroplets,weresprayedintheair．Theexquisite,ultra-modernatmosphereclearlydefihepreferendtasteofitsmistresstowardsartificialmaterialenjoyment．

        Samanthasatinfrontofhermirror，butdidnotreallyfeellikeputtingonanymakeup．Dimitriwasnotthere，sowhybother?Shelookedsullenandunhappy．Aformermodelofiionalfame,shewasusedtobeingplimentedandmademuchof．ButhereintheKingdomofDreams,heotherdiesseemedtobeinferiortoherinanyway．Thatwasohereasonsofhersulleness．Shepouredherselfagssofwineandwalkedovertothesofabesideamarbletable．Shelitacigarette，puffedonitforamoment，butthenbecamesoengrossedihoughtsthatthecigarettewasfotten．Onlywhenshereachedforanotheronedidshefindthattheburnt-outbuttwasstillinherfingers．ShewashavingsedthoughtsaboutfollowingDimitritohisKingdomofDreamsattheheightofhercareerandfame．Shewasallypreparedforthelongperiodsofidle，tranquiltimeonherhands,whichseemedtoforceherintoexperienglifeofonewhohadretiredprematurely．Shefeltasthoughshewereabonsaioable，growingbutnotmoving；oramemberoftheinanimatefurnituresociety，exceptthatshecouldbreathe．

        Hereyesrovedtotheminiaturerunwayatthefarendofthestudio，thehugemirrorssurroundingit，herdraftingtable．mannequinsewingbustandscatteredhalf-finishedgarments.Shecouldalmostseeherselfwalkingdowntherunwaysofthefamousfashioncapitalsoftheworldamidappuse，excmationsofwonderandenvy，endlesscligofcamerasandadelugeofexplodingfshlights．Herinparablestyleaymadewhatevershemodeledtheheightoffashion.Hersociallifetoowasdiverseandcolorful．Surroundedbycelebrities，industrialtysandotherelitesofsociety，shelivedthelifeoftheridthefamous，makingheadlineswherevershewent．Buthavinglivedamongthemforsolong,sheknewonlytoowellhowshallowherfameandsuccessreallywas.Shemaybepopurandrich，buttothemshewasonlyabeautifulpythingtobepampered,toyedwithandultimatelytossedaway．Herpicturesmaybeonthecoversoffashionableaigiousmagazines，buttothemanysex-hungrymales，itwastheobjeasturbation，asacrilegetoherbeautyandherdignity．Realizingthatherfameaigewouldstonlyaslongasheryouthaydid，Samanthaendedhercareerabruptlyattheheightofherfame,leavingbehindamemlitteringgmour．SheretreatedwithDimitritotheKingdomofDreams，topursuehercreativetalentsindesigning．Shekhatonlybydoingso，couldsheprolongherfameandabilities．Here，shefoundmeaninginlifeandapleasant，fortableenviroopursueheriswithouthavingtoworryaboutgrowingoldandbeingoutoffashion．Dimitri’sface，alwayssentleandsympathetic，appearedbeforehereyes．Shehadneverseenhimangry，thoughhehadanauthoritativeairofirresistibleattra．Now，Samantha’spetuntexpressiooasmile．Inspiteofthelonelinessandennuiwhichpeevedher，shecouldfivehimhislongabsences．ShelovedhimjustforbeingDimitri．

        Attheheightofherpopurity，Samanthawassoughtafterbyeveryone．Courteousgentlemeninexpesviedtobeherescort，butbeheirpolishedexteriorswereulteriormotiveswhichthesewolvesinskiohide．Fashionablediestookprideinbeingonafirst-namebasiswithher,butthatwasonlyfortheirownvanityandego.Fromtimetotime,shesawintheerofhereye,thefigureofahoboinanolive-coloredsafarihat，well-worndarkbrownthreequartercoat，short,loose,ill-fittingtrousersandarmybootswithnosocks．Heemptedtogetnearher，alwayshatadistaharoseinhishand．Hiseyeswerefullofadorationandheseemedtowanttopresenttherosetoher，butdidnotdosooutofadeepinferiorityplex．AtfirstSamanthascoffedathim，thinking"Howdareahobolikeyouthinkofgettingnearme?"Butastimewentby,shegotusedtoseeingthefamiliarfigure,whichbyhisveryreticepiquedhercuriosity，andgraduallyhadaninprehensibleaffeforhim．Shefoundherselflookingforhiminthecrowd．Oernoon，shesucceededinshakingoffthecrowdofpeoplethatusuallysurroundedherandquietlyslippedoutafterthefashionshow，intendingtotalktothe"hobo"．Shewasdisappoiofindhewasobeseen．Undaunted，shegotintohersilververtibleanddrovearoundthenearbystreetslookingforhim．TheParisstreetswerelovelyinApril，withflowersbloomingeverywhere．Finally,shesawhimiaingaloneonabench,talkingearlytotheroseinhishand，saying，

        "Howesuchabeautiful，delicateflowerlikeyoucouldgrowfromthedirtysoil?Thisisanamazingmiracle..."Obliviousofthecuriouseyesofpassersby,hedidnotevennoticehercarstopinfrontofhim,untimelodiousvoicebrokeintohisreverie，

        "Wouldyougivethatrosetome?Iwouldbegdtohaveit.”Dimitrilookedupandsawthewomanofhisdreamssmilingathim．Theireyesmetandtheysmiledateachotherinunspokeanding．

        Olive-coloredsafarihat，well-worndarkbrownthree-quartercoat，short,loose,ill-fittingbcktrousers，andarmybootswithnosocks...Butwhatanoblesoultheseraggedclothescovered!Helookedlikeamandownonhisluck，buttherewasaromanticairabouthim．Helivedahandsomethoughdetstyleoflifewhichwasslightlyirresponsibleandpletelyuable．Suddenly，inafshofcreativegenius，sherealizedthepossibilitiesofthecolorschemeandstyleofthatoutfit．Shethoughtthattheolivecoloredsafarihatwouldlooksuaveonawomanandclumsyarmybootswouldatherdaintiness．Samanthathoughtshecouldeasilyalterthedesignandmakeitsuitbothsexes．itwouldbeearendthatfall．Dimitriwouldbesurprisedtoseeeveryohestreetwearingit,andhewouldknowthatshewasthinkingofhim．Suddenly,soundsbrokeintotheprofoundsilehoughsomeonewasknogonthedoor．Samanthajumpedoutofthechairexcitedlyandrushedtoopenthedoor，hopingitwouldbeDimitri．Butunfortunately,itwasonlysomefallingflowers．Thequietnessofthesummerafternooaisgoldencolors．Thesummerwindflewaroundonitsrestlessgoldenwings．

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