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I seek chaos, but not out of choice. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. ‘Move, you. Stanley, whose family had been by any reckoning inconsiderable—to use the kindliest term. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. ” “I think so,” said Ann Veronica, and colored. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. She appeared to be considering. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed.
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