Date: 2004-01-21 09:04 am (UTC)
'Good Lord,' said Roberts in a strangled whisper, 'that young woman is wearing trousers. I believe I can see the shape of her - her --'

'Thighs?' asked Bracy in a voice no less thunderstruck.

'Oh, stop! Stop, old man!' cried Roberts, 'The thought of a woman's thighs - it's too horrible to contemplate!'

(They'd probably faint dead away at the sight of a miniskirt).
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