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A sweet dozen of the dozens of scarves. The woman who had these had doubles and triples. It was explained that she was very particular about her appearance. What would she have thought about the way they were all strewn over her wicker lounger, looking like castaways, like an aviatrix had changed about 100 times while piloting a glassless plan, and just casually unlooped, unknotted, and tossed that frisson of silk into the air.