title: Her: Meditations on Being Female
author:  Marjorie Salvaterra 
description: a beautifully produced coffee table photo volume... [a] hilarious look at relationships, feminism and American life in the crashed lane. I can't get by one week without picking Her up (so to speak) and laughing like a loon. And, oy vey, do we need that now! (Mel Neuhaus <i>Super Vista Rama Color Scope, January 3, 2017</i>)
zlib_text: CHAPTER ONE
  November 1903
  'What is your name?'
  'Clemence Dumas.'
  'French?'
  'Half French.'
  'You must call me m'lady, when you reply.'
  'I'm sorry, m'lady.'
  Lady Marjorie Bellamy suspected that the references she held in her
  hand were false and she didn't believe for a moment that the pert, shabby
  little cockney girl standing by the sofa in the morning room was telling the
  truth. But instead of ringing the bell for her butler to dismiss Clemence
  Dumas from her presence, she hesitated.
  In an age when malnutrition caused chronic ill health among the lower
  classes and tuberculosis and rickets were commonplace, this girl looked
  remarkably healthy, but quite apart from that important consideration there
  was something else about her that impressed Lady Marjorie. A sort of style.
  Lady Marjorie had style herself. It was reflected in the cool elegance of all
  about her: her house, her clothes, even her voice, all of which seemed
  perfectly chosen to show off her tall, fine-boned patrician beauty dom