Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. "I was in the right, you see, father," observed Thames, smiling; "Jack has done his task. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. 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. Oh God! pardon me. . Did you bring any luggage?" "All I own. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. Then she reverted to the trousers.
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