I tried not to stare while he said, “It is a glorious morning, is it not? In fact, I feel moved to say, ‘Oh, what a glorious morning, oh, what a glorious day, oh, what a glorious lady that I met on my way!’” He bowed, as if expecting applause. When he spoke, his lips flapped about so as to create a film of saliva that coated the edges of his lips and pooled in the corners of his mouth. But of all his repulsive features, it was his mouth that held my horrified fascination. The man was at least twice my age, and more ridiculous than I could bear. His broad face was shiny with sweat, his thinning hair plastered across his head. He beamed at me and bowed so low that his corset creaked. Whittles! I-I did not hear you approach.” I usually kept at least one ear tuned to the sounds of his pursuit. I started with surprise and looked around frantically for Aunt Amelia, who must have continued up the gravel path while I had stopped in the shade of the tree. “Miss Daventry! What an unexpected pleasure!” I paused under the branches and tried to remember the last time I had felt the least need to twirl.Īnd that was when Mr. The wind was tossing its leaves so that they twirled upon their stems, and at the sight I was struck by the realization that it had been much too long since I had twirled. I happened to glance up as I walked beneath its full, green canopy.
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