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Cissy
’
s
quick
motherwit
guessed
what
was
amiss
and
she
whispered
to
Edy
Boardman
to
take
him
there
behind
the
pushcar
where
the
gentleman
couldn
’
t
see
and
to
mind
he
didn
’
t
wet
his
new
tan
shoes
.
But
who
was
Gerty
?
Gerty
MacDowell
who
was
seated
near
her
companions
,
lost
in
thought
,
gazing
far
away
into
the
distance
was
,
in
very
truth
,
as
fair
a
specimen
of
winsome
Irish
girlhood
as
one
could
wish
to
see
.
She
was
pronounced
beautiful
by
all
who
knew
her
though
,
as
folks
often
said
,
she
was
more
a
Giltrap
than
a
MacDowell
.
Her
figure
was
slight
and
graceful
,
inclining
even
to
fragility
but
those
iron
jelloids
she
had
been
taking
of
late
had
done
her
a
world
of
good
much
better
than
the
Widow
Welch
’
s
female
pills
and
she
was
much
better
of
those
discharges
she
used
to
get
and
that
tired
feeling
.
The
waxen
pallor
of
her
face
was
almost
spiritual
in
its
ivorylike
purity
though
her
rosebud
mouth
was
a
genuine
Cupid
’
s
bow
,
Greekly
perfect
.
Her
hands
were
of
finely
veined
alabaster
with
tapering
fingers
and
as
white
as
lemonjuice
and
queen
of
ointments
could
make
them
though
it
was
not
true
that
she
used
to
wear
kid
gloves
in
bed
or
take
a
milk
footbath
either
.
Bertha
Supple
told
that
once
to
Edy
Boardman
,
a
deliberate
lie
,
when
she
was
black
out
at
daggers
drawn
with
Gerty
(
the
girl
chums
had
of
course
their
little
tiffs
from
time
to
time
like
the
rest
of
mortals
)
and
she
told
her
not
to
let
on
whatever
she
did
that
it
was
her
that
told
her
or
she
’
d
never
speak
to
her
again
.
No
.
Honour
where
honour
is
due
.
There
was
an
innate
refinement
,
a
languid
queenly
hauteur
about
Gerty
which
was
unmistakably
evidenced
in
her
delicate
hands
and
higharched
instep
.
Had
kind
fate
but
willed
her
to
be
born
a
gentlewoman
of
high
degree
in
her
own
right
and
had
she
only
received
the
benefit
of
a
good
education
Gerty
MacDowell
might
easily
have
held
her
own
beside
any
lady
in
the
land
and
have
seen
herself
exquisitely
gowned
with
jewels
on
her
brow
and
patrician
suitors
at
her
feet
vying
with
one
another
to
pay
their
devoirs
to
her
.
Mayhap
it
was
this
,
the
love
that
might
have
been
,
that
lent
to
her
softlyfeatured
face
at
whiles
a
look
,
tense
with
suppressed
meaning
,
that
imparted
a
strange
yearning
tendency
to
the
beautiful
eyes
,
a
charm
few
could
resist
.
Why
have
women
such
eyes
of
witchery
?
Gerty
’
s
were
of
the
bluest
Irish
blue
,
set
off
by
lustrous
lashes
and
dark
expressive
brows
.
Time
was
when
those
brows
were
not
so
silkily
seductive
.
It
was
Madame
Vera
Verity
,
directress
of
the
Woman
Beautiful
page
of
the
Princess
Novelette
,
who
had
first
advised
her
to
try
eyebrowleine
which
gave
that
haunting
expression
to
the
eyes
,
so
becoming
in
leaders
of
fashion
,
and
she
had
never
regretted
it
.
Then
there
was
blushing
scientifically
cured
and
how
to
be
tall
increase
your
height
and
you
have
a
beautiful
face
but
your
nose
?
That
would
suit
Mrs
Dignam
because
she
had
a
button
one
.
But
Gerty
’
s
crowning
glory
was
her
wealth
of
wonderful
hair
.
It
was
dark
brown
with
a
natural
wave
in
it
.
She
had
cut
it
that
very
morning
on
account
of
the
new
moon
and
it
nestled
about
her
pretty
head
in
a
profusion
of
luxuriant
clusters
and
pared
her
nails
too
,
Thursday
for
wealth
.
And
just
now
at
Edy
’
s
words
as
a
telltale
flush
,
delicate
as
the
faintest
rosebloom
,
crept
into
her
cheeks
she
looked
so
lovely
in
her
sweet
girlish
shyness
that
of
a
surety
God
’
s
fair
land
of
Ireland
did
not
hold
her
equal
.
For
an
instant
she
was
silent
with
rather
sad
downcast
eyes
.
She
was
about
to
retort
but
something
checked
the
words
on
her
tongue
.
Inclination
prompted
her
to
speak
out
:
dignity
told
her
to
be
silent
.
The
pretty
lips
pouted
awhile
but
then
she
glanced
up
and
broke
out
into
a
joyous
little
laugh
which
had
in
it
all
the
freshness
of
a
young
May
morning
.
She
knew
right
well
,
no
-
one
better
,
what
made
squinty
Edy
say
that
because
of
him
cooling
in
his
attentions
when
it
was
simply
a
lovers
’
quarrel
.
As
per
usual
somebody
’
s
nose
was
out
of
joint
about
the
boy
that
had
the
bicycle
off
the
London
bridge
road
always
riding
up
and
down
in
front
of
her
window
.
Only
now
his
father
kept
him
in
in
the
evenings
studying
hard
to
get
an
exhibition
in
the
intermediate
that
was
on
and
he
was
going
to
go
to
Trinity
college
to
study
for
a
doctor
when
he
left
the
high
school
like
his
brother
W
.
E
.
Wylie
who
was
racing
in
the
bicycle
races
in
Trinity
college
university
.
Little
recked
he
perhaps
for
what
she
felt
,
that
dull
aching
void
in
her
heart
sometimes
,
piercing
to
the
core
.
Yet
he
was
young
and
perchance
he
might
learn
to
love
her
in
time
.
They
were
protestants
in
his
family
and
of
course
Gerty
knew
Who
came
first
and
after
Him
the
Blessed
Virgin
and
then
Saint
Joseph
.
But
he
was
undeniably
handsome
with
an
exquisite
nose
and
he
was
what
he
looked
,
every
inch
a
gentleman
,
the
shape
of
his
head
too
at
the
back
without
his
cap
on
that
she
would
know
anywhere
something
off
the
common
and
the
way
he
turned
the
bicycle
at
the
lamp
with
his
hands
off
the
bars
and
also
the
nice
perfume
of
those
good
cigarettes
and
besides
they
were
both
of
a
size
too
he
and
she
and
that
was
why
Edy
Boardman
thought
she
was
so
frightfully
clever
because
he
didn
’
t
go
and
ride
up
and
down
in
front
of
her
bit
of
a
garden
.
Gerty
was
dressed
simply
but
with
the
instinctive
taste
of
a
votary
of
Dame
Fashion
for
she
felt
that
there
was
just
a
might
that
he
might
be
out
.
A
neat
blouse
of
electric
blue
selftinted
by
dolly
dyes
(
because
it
was
expected
in
the
Lady
’
s
Pictorial
that
electric
blue
would
be
worn
)
with
a
smart
vee
opening
down
to
the
division
and
kerchief
pocket
(
in
which
she
always
kept
a
piece
of
cottonwool
scented
with
her
favourite
perfume
because
the
handkerchief
spoiled
the
sit
)
and
a
navy
threequarter
skirt
cut
to
the
stride
showed
off
her
slim
graceful
figure
to
perfection
.
She
wore
a
coquettish
little
love
of
a
hat
of
wideleaved
nigger
straw
contrast
trimmed
with
an
underbrim
of
eggblue
chenille
and
at
the
side
a
butterfly
bow
of
silk
to
tone
.
All
Tuesday
week
afternoon
she
was
hunting
to
match
that
chenille
but
at
last
she
found
what
she
wanted
at
Clery
’
s
summer
sales
,
the
very
it
,
slightly
shopsoiled
but
you
would
never
notice
,
seven
fingers
two
and
a
penny
.
She
did
it
up
all
by
herself
and
what
joy
was
hers
when
she
tried
it
on
then
,
smiling
at
the
lovely
reflection
which
the
mirror
gave
back
to
her
!
And
when
she
put
it
on
the
waterjug
to
keep
the
shape
she
knew
that
that
would
take
the
shine
out
of
some
people
she
knew
.
Her
shoes
were
the
newest
thing
in
footwear
(
Edy
Boardman
prided
herself
that
she
was
very
petite
but
she
never
had
a
foot
like
Gerty
MacDowell
,
a
five
,
and
never
would
ash
,
oak
or
elm
)
with
patent
toecaps
and
just
one
smart
buckle
over
her
higharched
instep
.
Her
wellturned
ankle
displayed
its
perfect
proportions
beneath
her
skirt
and
just
the
proper
amount
and
no
more
of
her
shapely
limbs
encased
in
finespun
hose
with
highspliced
heels
and
wide
garter
tops
.
As
for
undies
they
were
Gerty
’
s
chief
care
and
who
that
knows
the
fluttering
hopes
and
fears
of
sweet
seventeen
(
though
Gerty
would
never
see
seventeen
again
)
can
find
it
in
his
heart
to
blame
her
?
She
had
four
dinky
sets
with
awfully
pretty
stitchery
,
three
garments
and
nighties
extra
,
and
each
set
slotted
with
different
coloured
ribbons
,
rosepink
,
pale
blue
,
mauve
and
peagreen
,
and
she
aired
them
herself
and
blued
them
when
they
came
home
from
the
wash
and
ironed
them
and
she
had
a
brickbat
to
keep
the
iron
on
because
she
wouldn
’
t
trust
those
washerwomen
as
far
as
she
’
d
see
them
scorching
the
things
.
She
was
wearing
the
blue
for
luck
,
hoping
against
hope
,
her
own
colour
and
lucky
too
for
a
bride
to
have
a
bit
of
blue
somewhere
on
her
because
the
green
she
wore
that
day
week
brought
grief
because
his
father
brought
him
in
to
study
for
the
intermediate
exhibition
and
because
she
thought
perhaps
he
might
be
out
because
when
she
was
dressing
that
morning
she
nearly
slipped
up
the
old
pair
on
her
inside
out
and
that
was
for
luck
and
lovers
’
meeting
if
you
put
those
things
on
inside
out
or
if
they
got
untied
that
he
was
thinking
about
you
so
long
as
it
wasn
’
t
of
a
Friday
.
