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. Suddenly she had become afraid. "Kiss me. “I’m sorry. But if we had gone under—!” They regarded one another silently, and Ann Veronica had one of her penetrating flashes. These sisters moved in a grown-up world inaccessible to Ann Veronica’s sympathies, and to a large extent remote from her curiosity. She decided not to ask him outright if he wished to make love to her. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. She did not wince.
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