A little
within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal
strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. ”
It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never
watched him critically as an equal. For a
moment she remained silent. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up. "
"No! I have run away from my father. May I do so to-day?”
“It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. It was now evident that he had not been normal that
first day. He’ll do. 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. They
were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive.
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