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TO WALK INTO A PARTY WITH FRANCES went a little something like this: They would enter, and the music would pause for just a fraction of a second before starting up again. A hundred small murmurs and whispers would burst into life from all corners of the room. Heads turned; glances were thrown sidelong. Once, a fat little dog-in-arms sensed the subtle shift in mood and immediately urinated all down its owner's gown.