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Updated: September 23, 2025
But as he did not seem ready she went on, "I really don't think there is anything to say; I did wrong yesterday, not quite as much wrong as your mother and Denah think, still wrong what my own people would have disapproved, at least if it were found out; that's the biggest crime on their list and what I knew your people would condemn utterly.
While Denah stood with her father and Mijnheer, Julia rode round the centre of lighted mirrors on a prancing wooden horse, and Joost the serious, the sometimes seasick rode beside her on a dappled grey, to the familiar old English tune, "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-a." The Dunes lay some little distance from the town, a low, but suddenly-rising hill boundary, that shut in the basin of flat land.
"What will you do?" he inquired. "I shall get Denah she is one of the girls who went for the excursion to come and teach Mevrouw a new crochet pattern after dinner of a day. It will take ages, Mevrouw learns very slowly, and Denah will know better than to hurry matters; she admires Mijnheer Joost, the Van Heigens' son, and she will be only too delighted to have an excuse to come to the house."
"He walks like an Englishman," Anna said, "as if all the world belonged to him." "And looks like one," Denah added; "he has no moustache, and wears a glass in his eye, look, Miss Julia." Julia looked, then drew back rather quickly. They were right, it was an Englishman; it was of all men Rawson-Clew. What was he doing here?
Denah thought herself the deepest and most diplomatic young woman in Holland; she even found it in her heart to pity Julia, the poor companion, who she used as a pawn in her romance. The which, since it was transparently obvious to the pawn, gave her vast, though private, delight.
"The beautiful wood! Miss Julia, do you not love it?" Julia did not assent, but Denah went on quite satisfied, "You cannot love it as I do; I think I am a child of Nature, nothing would please me more than always to live here." "You would have to go into the town sometimes," Julia said, "to buy gloves; the ones you have would not last for ever."
What did Anna think her mother would say? Perhaps they might join together for a drive? Anna thought her mother would be delighted; indeed, she often spoke of the charms of a country excursion; Denah was called upon to corroborate, and did so volubly. Where should they go? Half-a-dozen different places were suggested; why not go here, or there, or to the wood? Yes, the wood, that would be lovely.
"The English always walk in the road," her sister answered; "they think everything will get out of their way, and they do not at all mind being conspicuous." "The English miss should mind," Denah said, "for she is not pretty; no one looks at her to admire; besides she is poor and has to work hard." "Yes, yes," her mother agreed placidly; "she is a fine worker.
That is where the difference comes in, I believe; you all seem to think there is nothing but love and love-making and kissing and cuddling. I have just liked talking to him and I suppose he liked talking to me, as you might some friend, or Denah some girl she knew. We never thought about love and all that; we couldn't, you know; he belongs to a different lot from what I do. Do you understand?"
They had almost reached the town, in fact had passed some small houses, the dwelling-places of carriage proprietors and washerwomen, when a girl stepped out of a doorway some distance ahead of them. She glanced in their direction, then stared. "There's Denah," Julia said; she did not speak with consternation though Denah was about the last person she wanted to see just then.
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