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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Pick her up? What do you mean?" asked Florence, meeting her friend's look with a glance which was almost defiant, for she was too loyal to Jean to fail to notice the scorn in Katharine's tone and manner. "You know what I mean, Florence, so don't pretend to be as absurd as Polly Adams and Molly are.
The Lady Rochford recoiled so far that her skirts were in danger from the fire in the great hearth; her woebegone, flaccid face was suddenly drawn at the mention of Cromwell, and she appeared about to kneel at Katharine's feet. She looked round at the figures of the girls. 'One of these can stay if your ladyship will wear her dress, she flustered. 'But who is tall enow?
'It is certain that my father had never brought me from that well at Isleworth, had it not been that he desireth converse with thee at his ease. Katharine's lips parted with a hot anger, but before she could speak the bitter girl said calmly: 'Oh, I have not said thou art his leman. I know my father. His blood is not hot but his ears crave tickling. Tickle them whilst thou mayest.
The great maid behind her back was fetching from the clothes-prop a waterglobe upon its stand; she set it down on the table before the rush-light, moving on tiptoe, for to her the writing of a letter was a sort of necromancy, and she was distressed for Katharine's sake. She had heard that to write at night would make a woman blind before thirty.
"Tell me, Alan," said Katharine. "You know I showed you this, so it's only fair you should let me be the one to hear your secret." "All right, Kit; I'll tell you for the sake of making the rest jealous." And Alan glared defiantly at the other girls, as he bent over and whispered a few words in Katharine's ear. "Really, Alan? What fun!" "Isn't it?" And they exchanged significant smiles.
A thousand times in the midst of her pastoral landscape her thoughts took this precise road, were admitted to the house in Chelsea, and went directly upstairs to Katharine's room, where, invisible themselves, they had the better chance of feasting upon the privacy of the room's adorable and mysterious mistress.
The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with it, save by keeping hold of Katharine's wrist. She half expected that Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine perceived the purpose with which her hand was held. "Don't be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I'm not going to jump out of the cab. It wouldn't do much good after all."
Lady Rochford set her fingers in between Katharine's, but when she drew them back with the strings upon them, they wavered, lost their straightness, knotted and then resolved themselves into a single loop as in a swift wind a cloud dies away beneath the eyes of the beholder. 'Why, 'tis pity, Katharine said. All the lords and all the ladies were now upon the terrace above.
And, at the antipathy of his approach, Katharine's emotions grew the more harrowing as if she were determined to shew this evil supporter of her cause how a pure fight should be waged. They moved on tiptoe and stood against the hangings at the back. She stretched out her hands to the old knight.
Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine's maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the whole of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects reflected from the background, Cassandra thought that no sight had ever been quite so romantic.
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