She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. Sir John saw it, and was flattered.
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