“I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think
that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year. “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. It
ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and
the thick quilting of her coat. ’
She jumped up, and moved impatiently to the door. John introduced the tall boy. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful
arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and
chin and cheek. Just beyond there would be her heart's desire. And guess
what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an
attempt at rescue.
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