She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. . So your name must be Americanized? What country? It sounds Spanish. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. But you are Annabel. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. Explain to Sir John our feelings.
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