I must confess, your gown does not do justice as your trousers did to your delightful derriere."	Colour flamed in her face. She ought to be outraged, but Isabella was briefly, shockingly inclined to laugh. "A gentleman does not remark on a lady's derriere."	"I seem to recall telling you when last we met that I am not a gentleman, senorita. And now I come to think of it, I recall also that you took umbrage at being called a lady.
Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover
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