The decision had been sound. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. The Lord have mercy upon you!" This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. “Can you take any from me?” “No, I won’t do that. 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.
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