Aspen Gold
“As their limousine pulled into line to await its turn, Kit imagined the scene at the start of the Mauve Decade when the Jerome had been modern and new, when its Eastlake decor had been the height of fashion, when its elevator, its electric lights, its hot and cold running water, its indoor plumbing, and its French chef were the talk of the town.
Guests, drawn from the ranks of Eastern capitalists, railroad barons, and silver kings with an occasional European marquis thrown in for color, would have arrived in brass- and patent-leather-trimmed carriages, snappy broughams, and smart runabouts pulled by matched teams of high-stepping horses. Sidewalk gawkers would have stared at the gentlemen in their cutaway coats and top hats, and the ladies, laced breathless in tight corsets beneath gowns of silk and satin, their hands gloved and their shoulders bare.
The outward trappings had changed, but little else.
A liveried doorman stood by to hand Kit out of the gleaming black limousine. She too...k John's arm as the bodyguards closed in to hustle them inside.MoreLess
Guests, drawn from the ranks of Eastern capitalists, railroad barons, and silver kings with an occasional European marquis thrown in for color, would have arrived in brass- and patent-leather-trimmed carriages, snappy broughams, and smart runabouts pulled by matched teams of high-stepping horses. Sidewalk gawkers would have stared at the gentlemen in their cutaway coats and top hats, and the ladies, laced breathless in tight corsets beneath gowns of silk and satin, their hands gloved and their shoulders bare.
The outward trappings had changed, but little else.
A liveried doorman stood by to hand Kit out of the gleaming black limousine. She too...k John's arm as the bodyguards closed in to hustle them inside.MoreLess
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