Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. I asked
him to take me away, and hide me. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of
snow—to flight and a dream. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see
properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes
framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue
eyes. ”
“No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. Leonardo was to me nothing at all. ’
‘Comment? But already he has made this visit—in town. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to
question him further. She had very frizzy hair indeed,
very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and
waist, and an engaging smile. He seemed to have
expected them.
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