We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. ”
Sir John coughed. They seem to spend their time yawning and
inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. Mr. A smile flickered
upon her lips as she glanced towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. A day will come when you will thank me. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go
with John?” She asked. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and
cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in
the wall. “So you found Rhea, I see. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked.
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