Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. I couldn’t sit down for a week!” “Oh, how terrible for you. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. 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. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again. ’ ‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. ’ This was Leonardo’s philosophy.
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