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. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly.
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