“My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and
politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond
measure. It was a
precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what
that is?”
“What’s a cabochon?”
“It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. But
perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically
understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding
her be of good cheer, hurried off. ”
“It ought to make one happy. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. ” She took a step. With some difficulty, they managed to negotiate the passage with
their burden and carry him out into the library. I was to
blame to carry the matter so far. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on
a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. ”
“Women have practically NO economic freedom,” said Miss Miniver,
“because they have no political freedom. "
"Lord, that's just the lesson I've been expounding! It isn't a question of fear; it's
one of propriety. The old-fashioned dress, with its series
of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned
leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. "Fire! That was what drew me to you in
the beginning.
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