Dual Reflection (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Excerpt from Dual Reflection

Madge wilton, much against her normal inclinations, was a colonel's wife. She had never wanted to be one, but during a hectic week at the beginning Of the first Great War she had fallen in love with her husband, who was a man who believed in fearing God, honouring the King, and marital relations, so there was no help for it.

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Excerpt from Dual Reflection

Madge Wilton, much against her normal inclinations, was a colonel's wife. She had never wanted to be one, but during a hectic week at the beginning of the first Great War she had fallen in love with her husband, who was a man who believed in fearing God, honouring the King, and marital relations, so there was no help for it.

The ship's engines had stopped. "We're here, and it's another lovely sunny morning," she said to the girl who had been her stable companion throughout the voyage, and who was now pulling on a pair of stockings, "and that's what most of us are going to say for the next three years, barring the merciful dispensation of the rains."

Madge was expansive in manner, seldom discreet, and some people on board had thought her vulgar. She knew this, and it amused her. Nothing would have persuaded her to have tried to be refined. Now she was making up more lavishly than her critics would have thought necessary.

"You shouldn't have come out here," she said, "but I've told you so before. Not with that look about you of believing in fairies."

"If I have it, I should have thought it a good reason for coming. Or for going anywhere, for that matter, but as it happens, I don't believe in them."

The girl's name was Stella Barton, and she was twenty-two, long-limbed, and the right shape for the rather tubular clothes that were the fashion. Her dark hair was shingled, ending in a point on her neck. Now she was putting on a muslin blouse, and a white linen skirt that looked too obviously home-made. Her eyes were grey-green - in some lights they looked blue - and so wide apart as to be almost abnormal. Her nose was straight; the nostrils sensitive.

"Don't be so literal, my dear. You shouldn't have come, because it's giving that old slut Nature an undue advantage.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.