’ Hilary’s jaw dropped open, and he stood stupidly staring, the nun’s clothing dangling from his hand. ” She taunted. All the village was assembled in the churchyard. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. “It is a delightful day for walking, but a great deal too cold to be standing on the pavement. ” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded.
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