Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. There was—a service. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses, but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only for skirt hands. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. It slid off flimsily. I just wanted a breath of air. ‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. But his role was altered, and he was now playing the bridegroom in this remarkable drama. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate.
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