She got into rows through meddling with their
shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration
when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly
dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion
demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin,
with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set
about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. She bent down. They almost made me
feel like they were mine. During her school days, especially her earlier school days, the world had been
very explicit with her, telling her what to do, what not to do, giving her lessons
to learn and games to play and interests of the most suitable and various kinds. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. She had told him, point blank, that
since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage
nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. She would never again be
lonely. "Now, lead me to a hotel where I can get breakfast. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know
that I have borrowed it.
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