"Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?"
"Because you are my mother. This person, whose age might be about forty,
was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a
very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;
black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden
heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. “I like you very much John. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards
he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. We
made sure it was just like Gwen. “Going to visit our little friend the vampire?”
“What?” He asked, incredulous. And finally, my special
thanks to the Queenie music fans around the world. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. ’
‘Perhaps you don’t, Hilary,’ Gerald said mildly, smiling at the young lady and
indicating one of the wide window seats.
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