““Your dress is perfectly clean,” he said. “Or are you brushing off the contamination? If so, you’re working on the wrong place. I never touched your skirts.” “They touched your legs,” she said. “You put your hand on my trouser front,” he said. “You don’t see me brushing it in that deranged manner.” “It is not deranged!” “What is it, then?” “I am keeping my hands busy because I want to slap you.” “That is patently unfair,” he said. “You started it.””
