I didn’t understand. On a small shelf near the foot of
the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug
without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a
fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. One keeps rules in
order to be one’s self. Instead of English villas and cottages there
were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald
and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such
shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. ‘I was not born to this. I have
established a fine trade. For it was not a good thing
to like one man too much when one was going to marry another.
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