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“It was best for me to know. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets. And then she would find work. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY “‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary, Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy; Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy, Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. “I don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences— differences in social atmospheres. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed.
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