"Barbara darling," said Mrs. Claire in her special voice, "some day you will understand that there are folk who move in rather loud and vulger sets, and who may seem to be very exciting, and who I expect are all very rich. But, my dear," Mr. Claire added, gently, exhibiting a photograph of an enormously obese peer in bathing shorts, supported on the one hand by a famous coryphee and on the other by a fashionable prize fighter - "my dear, they are not Our Sort."
(from Colour Scheme, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
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