Something that is born
anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. Ann Veronica was much impressed by a mighty trying on and altering and
fussing about Alice’s “things”—Alice was being re-costumed from garret to
cellar, with a walking-dress and walking-boots to measure, and a bride’s costume
of the most ravishing description, and stockings and such like beyond the dreams
of avarice—and a constant and increasing dripping into the house of irrelevant
remarkable objects, such as—
Real lace bedspread;
Gilt travelling clock;
Ornamental pewter plaque;
Salad bowl (silver mounted) and servers;
Madgett’s “English Poets” (twelve volumes), bound purple morocco;
Etc. Think how free that leaves me to follow things up! I
must take you everywhere. Ann Veronica decided to be more explicit. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. She
had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new
bride’s throat. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. The movement was fatal to her son. She
had found two copies of the magazine and carefully cut
out both photos.
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