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"Your speech just now was truly excellent!" Edith bounced over to Andre after the meeting.

Perhaps too eager to share her feelings, or perhaps swept up in the exhilarating atmosphere, the young girl momentarily forgot about the grudge she held against the youth before her. Her face, tanned from the sun, shone brightly as she merrily twirled the white square scarf that was tied in a knot at her chest with her pinky finger.

Like most women on the street at that time, Edith did not adorn herself much. Her plain, solid-coloured dress complemented her Spartan maiden''s temperament: the narrow skirt hung almost straight down without any superfluous trim or pattern, nor deliberately accentuate her curves. It was a dress that the artists of the time who passionately worshiped the natural beauty of ancient Greece would not hesitate to praise. However, she did not choose the most fashionable white dress, which symbolized the virtue of purity, but instead chose bright goose-yellow. The scarf d□□d over her shoulder only had vibrant red and blue stripes embroidered on the edges, forming a wide triangular shape that hung down her back like a flag. Her bonnet was of the simplest style, casually covering the back of her head and taming some of her unruly curls. Yet the tricoloured cockade on the brim was carefully pinned, showing no signs of wobbling or slipping as the girl moved and jumped freely.

Compared with hers, Andre''s attire was quite fancy. The lace sleeves of his white shirt flared out like morning glory from the cuffs of his