Jonathan smiled contemptuously. The fire still burned brightly. She backed away from him. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. But, after some restoratives had been administered by Mrs. “What have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism, crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline or respect for authority to cover me!” It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk.
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