Oh vanity of women, you stick
at nothing. A thousand innocent lives stolen to make one dress!" And she
put one hand before her eyes, and with the other ordered the dress back
into the wardrobe with genuine agitation.
"My dear, what expressions! And you need not wear it; indeed neither of
them is fit for that purpose. But you _must_ have a pretty thing or two
about you. I have hoarded these a good many years; now it is your turn to
have them by you. And let me see; you want a travelling cloak: but the
dear boy will not let us; so choose a warm shawl."
A rich but modest one was soon found, and Julia tried it on, arching her
supple neck, and looking down over her shoulder to see the effect behind,
in which attitude oh for an immortal brush to paint her, or anything half
as bright, supple, graceful, and every inch a woman. At this moment Mrs.
Dodd threw a lovely blue Indian shawl on the bed, galvanising Sarah so
that up went her hands again, and the door opened softly and a handsome
head in a paper cap peeped on the scene, inquiring with mock timidity
"May 'The British Workman' come in?"
He was invited warmly; Julia whipped his cap off, and tore it in two,
reddening, and Mrs.
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