She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. 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. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. Presently he turned to Courtlaw. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. She refused to eat.
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