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“But your hair,” he gasped. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than embrace them. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. You need only answer me truthfully and you have nothing to fear. Not all of us, but some of us. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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