Oh, so would I. It's one of the great double takes in literature:
"He was dancing with a woman whose hair seemed too bright to be natural. At first I could not see her face, for it was flattened against his chest, but she seemed to be hideously and sparsely dressed...Then she turned her face to meand I could see the vivid lips and the weary old pink and white enamel of her class. Pretty, too....
"And then I had a shock which nearly sent me through the window. For in this painted dancer I recognised the wife of my bosom and the mother of Peter John."
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Date: 2020-02-01 11:04 pm (UTC)"He was dancing with a woman whose hair seemed too bright to be natural. At first I could not see her face, for it was flattened against his chest, but she seemed to be hideously and sparsely dressed...Then she turned her face to meand I could see the vivid lips and the weary old pink and white enamel of her class. Pretty, too....
"And then I had a shock which nearly sent me through the window. For in this painted dancer I recognised the wife of my bosom and the mother of Peter John."