As
she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully
of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown,
sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered
hip everyday garb. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Capes most unfair,” Miss Klegg went on in a small, even voice;
“MOST unfair! I’m glad you spoke out as you did. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. “A silly little priestess who
knew nothing of life at all until she came to you.
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