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"
What
a
pretty
place
it
is
!
"
said
my
wife
,
as
she
peeped
over
the
gate
,
and
through
the
odorous
tangles
of
honeysuckle
and
jessamine
--
"
I
really
think
it
is
prettier
than
Willowsmere
.
It
has
been
wonderfully
improved
.
"
We
were
shown
in
--
and
Mavis
,
who
had
expected
our
visit
did
not
keep
us
waiting
long
.
An
she
entered
,
clad
in
some
gossamer
white
stuff
that
clung
softly
about
her
pretty
figure
and
was
belted
in
by
a
simple
ribbon
,
an
odd
sickening
pang
went
through
my
heart
.
The
fair
untroubled
face
--
the
joyous
yet
dreamy
student
eyes
--
the
sensitive
mouth
,
and
above
all
,
the
radiant
look
of
happiness
that
made
the
whole
expression
of
her
features
so
bright
and
fascinating
,
taught
me
in
one
flash
of
conviction
all
that
a
woman
might
be
,
and
all
that
she
too
frequently
is
not
.
And
I
had
hated
Mavis
Clare
!
--
I
had
even
taken
up
my
pen
to
deal
her
a
wanton
blow
through
the
medium
of
anonymous
criticism
,
...
but
this
was
before
I
knew
her
--
before
I
realized
that
there
could
be
any
difference
between
her
and
the
female
scarecrows
who
so
frequently
pose
as
'
novelists
'
without
being
able
to
write
correct
English
,
and
who
talk
in
public
of
their
'
copy
'
with
the
glibness
gained
from
Grub
Street
and
the
journalists
'
cheap
restaurant
.
Yes
--
I
had
hated
her
--
--
and
now
--
--
now
,
almost
I
loved
her
!
Sibyl
,
tall
,
queenly
and
beautiful
,
gazed
upon
her
with
eyes
that
expressed
astonishment
as
well
as
admiration
.
"
To
think
that
you
are
the
famous
Mavis
Clare
!
"
she
said
,
smiling
,
as
she
held
out
her
hand
--
"
I
always
heard
and
knew
that
you
did
not
look
at
all
literary
,
but
I
never
quite
realized
that
you
could
be
exactly
what
I
see
you
are
!
"
"
To
look
literary
does
not
always
imply
that
you
are
literary
!
"
returned
Mavis
,
laughing
a
little
--
"
Too
often
I
am
afraid
you
will
find
that
the
women
who
take
pains
to
look
literary
are
ignorant
of
literature
!
But
how
glad
I
am
to
see
you
,
Lady
Sibyl
!
Do
you
know
I
used
to
watch
you
playing
about
on
the
lawns
at
Willowsmere
when
I
was
quite
a
little
girl
?
"
"
And
I
used
to
watch
you
,
"
--
responded
Sibyl
--
"
You
used
to
make
daisy-chains
and
cowslip-balls
in
the
fields
opposite
on
the
other
side
of
the
Avon
.
It
is
a
great
pleasure
to
me
to
know
we
are
neighbours
.
You
must
come
and
see
me
often
at
Willowsmere
.
"
Mavis
did
not
answer
immediately
--
she
busied
herself
in
pouring
out
tea
and
dispensing
it
to
both
of
us
.
Sibyl
,
who
was
always
on
the
alert
for
glimpses
of
character
,
noticed
that
she
did
not
answer
,
and
repeated
her
words
coaxingly
.
"
You
will
come
,
will
you
not
?
As
often
as
you
like
--
the
oftener
the
better
.
We
must
be
friends
,
you
know
!
"
Mavis
looked
up
then
,
a
frank
sweet
smile
in
her
eyes
.
