You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. "What weight are these irons?" asked Jonathan, coolly addressing one of the partners. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “Both. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. “I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved.
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