That’s the fact of the matter. Far
away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who
would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. ‘Gerald, this is a nun’s habit. ’
‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at
her betrothed. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of
Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. Tell me I haven’t
heard. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. ‘She’s perfectly
right. But it's an odd case. “I guess I’m not
the only one who wonders about your past. His eyes flashed
as he turned towards her. . ‘As I said, a mistake. ’
‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones.
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