She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. She had adored the stupid
thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. He had brought her here to
this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so
that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. He would know her address to-morrow. As a matter of fact Mr. ”
He pushed her a dozen yards along the greasy pavement with flat, well-trained
hands that there seemed to be no opposing. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden
from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly
unexpected trouble. ’
‘Can you prove it?’ demanded Hilary. She acted as her
mother had taught her to.
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