The Nylon Pirates

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The girl, who was very beautiful, turned away from the window. The view, of Central Park and the Fifth Avenue sky-line on a crisp winter morning, was exciting, but the height made her dizzy. Hotel suites, even suites as elegant as this one, should never be higher than the third storey; the twentieth was almost at cloud-level, the thirty-fourth was crazy. She drew her silk robe about her, feeling it embrace her warm, still faintly excited, still languorous body; then she crossed the sitting-room, her bare feet brushing against the luxury of the carpet, and picked up the telephone.

"Room service," she said, to the alert voice which presently answered her. Then she put her hand over the mouthpiece, and called out: "Carl!"

A man's voice, deep-chested, throaty with the remembrance of love, came through the open door leading to the bedroom.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I'm ordering something to eat. You should have something. And the others are sure to be hungry. What would you like?"

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