Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. . The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. It was a shame that they had made such a fuss, she thought as he arrived. Good riddance to bad rubbish. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. That was life.
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