The Goddess Girl
It didn't seem to me that things were any better, really, and I felt that this flickering afterglow of affection which had been roused by Muggeridge's devotion was not a promising fire with which to kindle a life's happiness.
Still, to me, there was deep incongruity in the idea of a marriage between Georgie and Anne. But my firm decision, now, was to wash my hands of the two of them, and it was some weeks later that I took Drusilla up to the Manor House to return the call of Georgie's mother.
There we found the Goddess Girl. It seemed to me that Georgie's heart and principles were still utterly lost in the incomparable blue of her sapphire eyes, but I may have been mistaken. She wore something fresh and soft and silky, of an apricot color and a distractingly becoming make, and she swept across the hall to meet us with a delightful smile, a disguised duchess from the departed day of graces.
With Georgie, and without any extinguishing hat over the brightness of her
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