Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. "You know not what you do. “Then—then
we can talk things out. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit,
embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his
shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. But
never mind that. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same
thick legs.
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