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Hanging on pegs in the corner of the simple army room, covered by a curtain, were some heavy outer-garments, an ulster, a travelling coat and cape of English make, and one or two dresses that were apparently too thick to be used at this season of the year. He drew aside the curtain one moment, took a brief glance at the garments, raised the hem of a skirt to his lips, and turned quickly away.
"I will offer them monthly rations and housing at our Moscow estate. I am sure Andrew would do even more in my place," she thought as she went out in the twilight toward the crowd standing on the pasture by the barn. The men crowded closer together, stirred, and rapidly took off their hats. Princess Mary lowered her eyes and, tripping over her skirt, came close up to them.
She opened the closet door and exhibited a pair of overalls in which she watered her desert garden. Next ranged her khaki breeches and felt hat. Then hung the old serge school dress, beside it the extra skirt and orange blouse. The stack of underclothing on the shelves was pitifully small, visibly dilapidated. Two or three outgrown gingham dresses hung forlornly on the opposite wall.
Your old suit is too tight I guess you've filled out some since you bought it." She turned Janet around and around, patting the skirt here and there, and then stood off a little way, with clasped hands, her expression almost rapturous. Janet's breath came fast as she gazed into the mirror and buttoned up the coat.
And she faintly smiled, but the next instant shook her head a little haughtily, and, having done so, looked down with an altered expression upon the cloth of her skirt, because she had shaken upon it, from the extravagant lashes, two clear drops. It was not the result of chance that she had seen nothing of him for weeks. She had not attempted to persuade herself of that.
Maria looked down disconsolately at the lace-trimmed ruffles on her skirt, but even then she thought how pretty it was, and how pretty she must look herself standing so forlornly before her mother. She wondered how her mother could scold her when she was her own daughter, and looked so sweet.
"Who said anything about love?" demanded Mary, stooping to brush an imaginary speck of dust from her skirt. "Next time," advised Rachel laughingly, "you'd better take us into your confidence. You've given yourself a lot of unnecessary bother, and us quite a little worry, though we don't mind that now."
For nothing is lost by looking nice; indeed it is one's duty to be smart, lest dowdiness should give him the impression that England really is suffering from the War. Of ninon, for choice, with a Duvetyn hat. Carry a gold purse and lift the skirt high enough to show the finest silk stockings.
"There," said Miss Deringham, instinctively clenching her bridle. "Surely the girl cannot be going to try it." "Good Lord!" said Seaforth under his breath, and the second figure rushed with streaming skirt and hair at the gap cleared by Alton's passage. Then the man turned his head, and it was a moment before he looked round again, very white in face. "Thank Heaven!" he said hoarsely.
"Get onto the hit he's making," one would nudge another and remark. "Say, some tenderness, that!" This in reference to a smile or a melting glance on the part of a female. "Nothing like a way with the ladies. Some baby, eh, boys?" this following the flick of a skirt and a backward-tossed glance perhaps, as some noticeable beauty passed out.
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