—'They have,' says he. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon.
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