She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez
retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the
feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich
auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too
much exposed. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of
that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her
father. I’m sorry to hurt your
feelings. He seemed to her indistinguishably about her
father’s age. From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. Knowing the South
Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which
blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal
warfare against indifference and slovenliness. And so
Winifred understood him. The sun was setting, casting long
dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. You will
survive, mark my words.
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