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Her glance roams down the room. "Just look at Mrs. Bethune and 'The Everlasting," says she. "Aren't they going it? And for once the fair Bethune is well-gowned." "Yet I hear she is very hard up at present," says a woman near her. "What eyes she has!" "I was told she made her own gowns," says another, laughing. "Pouf!" says Mrs. Chichester. "That's going a trifle too far.
"He's 'way down below the stock-yards, anyhow, and won't be there to-night," said Allison to himself: so, at ten o'clock, with Florence on his arm, he entered the brilliantly lighted parlor. It was full of well-gowned women and of men in the appropriate garb of the hour and occasion, while not a few of the officers were in uniform.
We were there four or five days, and the life of ease and luxury, with opportunity for reading and social intercourse with well-gowned people, was so enjoyable that, had it not been for the fact that Gordon was in danger in Khartoum, and I wanted to have a hand in his relief, I should have enjoyed staying there a month.
Marlow had made as Fullaway led him through the office a very well-gowned, pretty, alert, piquant little woman, still on the sunny side of thirty, who had given him a sharp glance out of unusually wide-awake eyes. "Aye, women are clever nowadays, no doubt they'd show their grandmothers how to suck eggs in a good many new fashions.
"Don't you find it very lonely to live out here, away from all your old friends?" she asked. I had to acknowledge that it was, and told her the worst part was the absence of pleasant women. "Till you arrived, Miss Cullen," I said, "I hadn't seen a well-gowned woman in four years."
It was not two beautiful and well-gowned young women that attracted the attention of all, even including Fray Sibyla, nor was it his Excellency the Captain-General with his staff, that the lieutenant should start from his abstraction and take a couple of steps forward, or that Fray Damaso should look as if turned to stone; it was simply the original of the oil-painting leading by the hand a young man dressed in deep mourning.
And he was only dimly aware of faint knocking at his door. It came a second, a third time before he roused himself. "Come in," he called, none too graciously. The door opened with an inrush of wind which caused his lamp to flicker. Before him stood a slight and well-gowned woman, heavily veiled. She was trembling. He looked at her expectantly, but she did not speak.
He called the nurse, telling her he was hungry. Anne Marshall's visits were always refreshing. Well-gowned, cool, fragrant, she came, next afternoon, to Collie's bedside. "You must get well," she said, smiling. "The doctor will be terribly disappointed if you don't. Isn't that coldly encouraging? What a thing to say!" "I don't want to disappoint anybody," said Collie.
For ever afterwards a certain weighing-machine at Waterloo Station, by which he had had a startling vision of his mother standing with heaving bosom and tear-stained face, possessed in his mind the attributes of some secret and sacred shrine. But now she was cool and well-gowned and self-contained as ever. "What a perfectly dreadful day!" she exclaimed in her pleasant, well-bred voice.
You don't seem to care about dress though you are always well-gowned you don't go to balls or theatres or race- meetings, you are a general favourite, yet you avoid society, you've never troubled yourself to take your chances of marriage, and so far as I know or have heard tell about you, you haven't even a lover!" My cheeks grew suddenly warm.
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