She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. " "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. . ‘Didn’t mean to say that. davidevansbailey. ’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. A married man!—the kind I've never been able to lure down there! But keep your temper in check. I suppose an intelligent person OUGHT to be interested in political affairs. 148 “Sure. He reeled, and crashed to the floor.
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