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“Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. “He is one of
our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before
dinner-time. It was easy enough to lie
to anyone else. ”
“He said, ‘Poor Alice has got no end!’”
“Alice’s are different,” said Ann Veronica, after an interval. To receive
him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me. “Why—it’s—it’s you!”
Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Ann Veronica was much impressed by a mighty trying on and altering and
fussing about Alice’s “things”—Alice was being re-costumed from garret to
cellar, with a walking-dress and walking-boots to measure, and a bride’s costume
of the most ravishing description, and stockings and such like beyond the dreams
of avarice—and a constant and increasing dripping into the house of irrelevant
remarkable objects, such as—
Real lace bedspread;
Gilt travelling clock;
Ornamental pewter plaque;
Salad bowl (silver mounted) and servers;
Madgett’s “English Poets” (twelve volumes), bound purple morocco;
Etc. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved
to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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