GR translation: he could be lost inside of half a minute

[Mike Jing]

P197.21-34   “Oh, you think I’m more than I am,” gliding to a couch,
tucking one leg under.
“I know. You’re only a Dutch milkmaid or something. Closet full o’
those starched aprons a-and wooden shoes, right?”
“Go and look.” Spice odors from the candle reach like nerves through the room.
“O.K., I will!” He opens her closet, and in moonlight reflected from
the mirror finds a crowded maze of satins, taffetas, lawn, and pongee,
dark fur collars and trimming, buttons, sashes, passementerie, soft,
confusing, womanly tunnel systems that must stretch back for miles—he
could be lost inside of half a minute . . . lace glimmers, eyelets
wink, a crepe scarf brushes his face . . . Aha! wait a minute, the
operational scent in here is carbon tet, Jackson, and this wardrobe
here’s mostly props. “Well. Pretty snazzy.”

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