‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own
base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. She dropped beside
the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction
mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in
indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who
betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. Stanley in
person. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered
the room. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making,
all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. Here was one that subtly mocked her.
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