With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. ’ ‘But you managed to escape nevertheless,’ Gerald said calmly, ‘disguising yourself as a nun. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest.
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