Deep
verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always
down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. “It would have been rash and
unwise,” she said at the end of a meditation. "Good-b'ye!" And with a
cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. ”
“But didn’t Alice want to marry Doctor Ralph?”
“Oh, ssh, Vee!” said her mother, with an evasion as patent as an advertisement
board. One post-midnight meeting, she
could stand it no longer. She
washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow
and lipstick errors. In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. "Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master him!"
"Murder!" shrieked Mrs. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man.
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