They were delighted. This one too she read. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. This way, my dear—and— you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know, will be quite sufficient.
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