That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. As a dog eats grass. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess.
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