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220 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1941
I was caught up and couldn’t get out. He brought me the ring that night and how could I say no then, with it around my neck? It was the ring on Monday and the registry office on Thursday and London that night and Paris on the next Tuesday. In one week from that idle word my whole state was changed as much as if I had been made over into another woman. I could not believe it myself and still it seemed to me that I was play-acting, or that the world was more like a play than I had thought.
So I sat feeling like a martyr going to the torturers and slow hard death, and all for what? There was nothing religious nor any sense in it. God knows, I thought, you’re a floating kind of woman; the tide takes you up and down like an old can.
“Look at that woman over there – she’s laughed so much that the tears are coming down her make-up. I’m told she’s a duchess too – Hickson has spent a month trying to get her.”
“What should a duchess know about pictures?” I said. “I think she’s laughable herself, old fowl dressed like chicken. I think that the exhibition is a great success.”