Selwyn, sitting up rumpled and cross-legged on the floor, after having boloed Drina to everybody's exquisite satisfaction, looked around at the sudden rustle of skirts to catch a glimpse of a vanishing figure—a glimmer of ruddy hair and the white curve of a youthful face, half-buried in a muff.
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When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo) / And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)