sunshaded

Updated: June 19, 2025

He spoke not. He was, in a very deep sense, upset. She spent the evening in her room. "Good-bye," she said the next morning, most amiably. It was after breakfast. She was hatted, gloved and sunshaded. "What?" he exclaimed. "Au revoir," she said. "All my things are packed up. I shall send for them. I think I can go back to the school. If I can't, I shall go to mother in Canada.

Arnold Bennett - Helen with the High Hand (2nd ed.)