“But, forgive
me, you are tired. And here she was—in a mess
because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. “I came to London,” said Ann Veronica, “rather because of my own difficulty. . Gerald smiled and excused himself with the Poussaint girl, whose mouth
pinched together as she threw a dagger glance at the voluptuous Madame
Valade. ”
“On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house
where I was stopping. “Her
husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a
carriage. Her pulses began to race. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. Well, I told aunt. She saw the Chamberlain girls getting into a
plethora of different cars (with barely a stitch on) with
young men who seemed unnaturally excited about their
first “dates”.
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