THE caterer who furnished the refreshments for Ellen West’s reception had provided a fat flunkey who stood on the sidewalk, opened the doors of cabs and automobiles and ushered each guest under the striped awning to the doorway. It was well for the flunkey that his functions ceased at the door. His wind would have failed before he reached the fifth story of the old building on Fifth Avenue overlooking Madison Square. Ellen prided herself on her ability to climb. Those long flights of stairs were a daily challenge to her splendid body. It was one of her favorite amusements to watch the perspiration slowly suffuse the face of a male escort as he mounted them.…
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