Eric Wallis Girls at the Beach painting

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sari-clad Indian stewardess greeting him in an unmistakably Canadian accent, and lost his nerve, spinning away from the plane in a reflex of straightforward terror. As he stood there, facing the irritable throng of passengers waiting to board, he was conscious of how absurd he must look, with his brown leather holdall in one hand, two zippered suit-hanger bags in the other, and his eyes out on stalks; but for a long moment he was entirely unable to move. The crowd grew restive; _if this is an artery_, he found himself thinking, _then I'm the blasted clot_. "I used to chichi chicken out also," said a cheerful voice. "But now I've got the titrick. I fafa flap my hands during tatake-off and the plane always mama makes it into the isk isk isky."
"Today the top gogo goddess is absolutely Lakshmi," Sisodia confided over whisky once they were safely aloft. (He had been as good as his word,