God help me. As to Mr. Were the parents agreeable? Were they of age? Had the license been procured? But here, in a far country, only the velvet manacles of wedlock were necessary. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Sorry to be so nosy. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. ‘Home?’ ‘To your family.
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