LordPeter List Literary Contest

Harriet enters the lounge. She takes a place at an empty table and watches the dancers.

HARRIET (aside):

Though this appear a perfect mimicry,
Of former times, 'tis wrought by tailor's art.
For on the morrow, each mask cast aside,
Each will return to her accustomed part.
'Tis but a game; each player knows the rule,
And he that takes face value is a fool.

-- Air Pilot Grant

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