"Come down stairs directly,
and let your mother look at your wrist. ” He said to her with as much
casualness as he could muster. \"
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She greeted him as he scanned her from head to toe,
absorbing the lines of her figure as he was doing
systematically with every other female in the parking lot. So she brought
upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise
and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at
the Victoria that morning. He had now reached
what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison
contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen
feet high. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of
thing; that’s my idea. ‘You’ve found her out?’
‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. We are linked together in this matter, and
must go through with it. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver. I didn’t!
I didn’t! After all—”
For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it
was the one desirable thing. Thames Darrell.
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