34/173 She's gay." "She's gay!" Miss Barrace laughed. "And she has beautiful shoulders--though there's nothing different in that." "No," said Strether, "one was sure of her shoulders. It isn't her shoulders." His companion, with renewed mirth and the finest sense, between the puffs of her cigarette, of the drollery of things, appeared to find their conversation highly delightful. "Yes, it isn't her shoulders ." "What then is it ?" Strether earnestly enquired. |