” She was in the bedroom by eleven. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. " "You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs. The jealous burn at his eyes subsided and his finger came up. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. Mrs. Anna comes to London.
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