” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. ’ ‘Willingly?’ ‘Parbleu, what a person you think me. ‘You see, it is that I am a female, and you all are men. Threw it out. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery.
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