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. How was I to know what would
happen? He always said if he couldn’t get you a dowry, you could take the veil. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. And when there is no longer any need to use it,
why then, enough you say—and throw it away. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Her small round breasts
were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart
bikini bra. It towered up high
above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and
below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. She came originally of
country stock, and had been virtually in sole charge of Melusine almost from the
hour of her birth—a thankless task, as Melusine had heard her bemoan countless
times, with the rider that she had carried it out with a conspicuous lack of
success. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. He found the
horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across
the fields in the direction of town.
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