192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. ‘Bring her to me and we shall see. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first.
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