A woman whose mode of life has for years placed her beyond the pale of society suddenly through the connivance of chance wins the sincere love and respect of a good man, who, in ignorance of her past, offers her marriage. As it happens, she also loves sincerely; and she is so hungry for peace and happiness and the shelter of a home that she might have kept up the deception had not the man's first wife left him a child. A book whose importance will be most appreciated by the reader with a keen eye for careful technique.
very well for Kitty to pretend that she saved her by thus diverting and holding fast the public eye. Miss Keating felt that the tail of it flicked her unpleasantly as she followed in that troubled, luminous wake.
It had not been quite so unbearable in Brighton, at Easter, when the big hotels were crowded, and Mrs. Tailleur was not so indomitably conspicuous. Or else Miss Keating had not been so painfully alive to her. But Southbourne was half empty in early June, and the Cliff Hotel, small as it was, had room for the perfect exhibition of Mrs. Tailleur. It gave her wide, polished spaces and clean, brilliant backgrounds, yards of parquetry for the gliding of her feet, and monstrous mirrors for reflecting her face at unexpected angles. These distances fined her grace still finer, and lent her a certain pathos, the charm of figures vanishing and remote.
Not that you could think of Kitty Tailleur as in the least remote or vanishing. She seemed to be always approaching, to hover imminently and danger