You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. The entire family massacred. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did.
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