One main avenue was for her to become a sort of salaried accessory wife or mother, to be a governess or an assistant schoolmistress, or a very high type of governess-nurse. A nod was exchanged. Profoundly. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. Strange, I shouldn't know him when he called on me.
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