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           EdwardWhittaker,andElizabethtoo.

           AndElizabethwaitedinVictoriaStreetforanomnibus.Itwassonicetobeoutofdoors.Shethoughtperhapssheneednotgohomejustyet.Itwassonicetobeoutintheair.Soshewouldgetontoanomnibus.Andalready,evenasshestoodthere,inherverywellcutclothes,itwasbeginning....Peoplewerebeginningtocomparehertopoplartrees,earlydawn,hyacinths,fawns,runningwater,andgardenlilies;anditmadeherlifeaburdentoher,forshesomuchpreferredbeingleftalonetodowhatshelikedinthecountry,buttheywouldcomparehertolilies,andshehadtogotoparties,andLondonwassodrearycomparedwithbeingaloneinthecountrywithherfatherandthedogs.

           Busesswooped,settled,wereoff—garishcaravans,glisteningwithredandyellowvarnish.Butwhichshouldshegetonto?Shehadnopreferences.Ofcourse,shewouldnotpushherway.Sheinclinedtobepassive.Itwasexpressionsheneeded,buthereyeswerefine,Chinese,oriental,and,ashermothersaid,withsuchniceshouldersandholdingherselfsostraight,shewasalwayscharmingtolookat;andlately,intheeveningespecially,whenshewasinterested,forsheneverseemedexcited,shelookedalmostbeautiful,verystately,veryserene.Whatcouldshebethinking?Everymanfellinlovewithher,andshewasreallyawfullybored.Foritwasbeginning.Hermothercouldseethat—thecomplimentswerebeginning.