1. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. They heard voices inside but stood for a full thirty seconds looking at each other. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much. ‘One thing at a time, missie.
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