My Uncle Oswald

The trip was without incident except that I encountered on the first day yet another tall female. This time it was a Turk, a tall dark-skinned Turkish lady who was so smothered in jewellery of all sorts that she twinkled as she walked. My first thought was that she would have worked wonders on top of a cherry tree to keep the birds away.
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I may well, as Mademoiselle Nicole had said, have been in the kindergarten and Mademoiselle Nicole was perhaps in the sixth form, but if that was so then the tall Turkish lady was a university professor.

Let me just say that every rumour I had ever heard about the girls of Paris was substantiated during those few hours I spent with Mademoiselle Nicole. She made the glacial London debutants seem so many slabs of petrified wood. She went for me as a mongoose for a cobra.
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God only knows how long it went on, but at the end of it all I was suddenly brought back to my senses, by the sound of a deep calm voice saying, 'Very well, monsieur, that will do for the first lesson. I think, though, that it will be a long time before you get out of the kindergarten.'