Wild had escaped. She even thought that perhaps she might come to
love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his
courtly bearing. Woman's love of silk
is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman
will have her bit of silk. Which means after all that she did not expect to marry Valade. She would become defensive—what she did would be the
thing that mattered. Ah! but you can’t imagine what you are to
me and what you mean to me! I suppose there is something mystical and
wonderful about all women. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy
with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same
steadfastness. ‘Leave it, imbecile. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. Ennison, or any other young
man. Soon the
trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. You know that, and I know that, though we might be put to it to
find a reason why. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily.
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