Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land

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aotic a state of mind to write letters. Really, Chris and Molly's atmosphere of struggling to keep in the swim on next to nothing a year and of eking out a precarious income by visits to second-rate

trations you want. Besides, I'm stony-broke and, financially, the great god Gibbs appeals to me. I'd take my passage st

little laugh. The lett

ther men I've ever been interested in. The first moment I saw him, I had the queerest sort of ARRESTED sensation. He's told me since, that he felt exactly the same about me. Kind of lived before-"WHEN I WAS A KING IN BABYLON AND YOU WERE A CHRISTIAN SLAVE" idea. Though I'm quite certain

f you married him, you'd have to give up US! For could you suppose," she went on to say, "that Chris and Mama-to say nothing of Aunt

ss between Suburbia and Belgravia! Though I frankly own that to me Suburbia represents the Absolutely Impossible. After all,

s not in any known Army list, because it's what he called himself. Likewise a Champion of the Dispossessed. He has an intense sympathy with the indigenous populations, and thinks the British system of conquering and corrupting native races simply a disgrace to civilisation. With all of which sentiment

raction to a man without in the least wanting to

says that I've wiped off his slate the scheme of life he'd been planning for his latter years. A comfortable existence in England-his doctor advises him to settle down in a temperate climate-an appointment on some City Board-rubber shares and that kind of thing-you know it all-a red brick house in

He must be genuinely in love with the nice Engl

millionaire. From the sordid atmosphere of English conjugality upon an income of anything less than an assured 5,000 pounds a year, good Lord deliver me! And you

pardonable sin against the Holy Ghost. Frankly, I'm petrified with amazement at the way in which mothers hurl their daughters at the head of any man who will make a good settlement. There's Molly's sister-she chases the game till she has corralled it, and once inside her

there's nothing to think" ... "But don't you

than I'd marry the perfect type of an English country gentleman! Give me something REAL-anything but the semi-detached indifference of most of the couples one knows. No. MY man must be strong enough to carry ME off my feet and to break down all the conventions of "OUR CLASS." Then, I'd cheerfully tramp through the forest beside him, if it came to that, or cook his

u know, that since my violent attraction to him-or whatever you like to call it-all

Love means Beauty and Beauty means Love. The immediate result of this discovery is t

ly I should have been horrified at that kitchenmaid. Now I have quite a fellow-feeling with her piteous attempts to make herself attractive to her young man, the grocer's boy or the under-footman I suppose. Am I not at this very moment sitting with complexion cream daub

inner there this evening at the French Restaurant with MY gentleman. It's quite proper

he other pair have disappointed us. Will I

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