“I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals,
and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself—
stop. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and
inimitable swagger of Ramage. At any
rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now
she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself
about inside her head within a yard of him. ’
‘Very good, ma’am. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. How is she?”
“My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. As
she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully
of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown,
sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered
hip everyday garb.
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