It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. I don’t care WHAT happens. “My dear Anna! As though I should think of depressing you with my long list of misdeeds. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that.
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