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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

I was disquieted, for I could see clearly that he would indeed never feel secure from this girl until he was plighted to another woman. When once a man is “Morning-Posted”, as he would say, all other fancied claims dissolve into thin air. . . The mere sight of the Morecambe post-mark in those days sent my heart into my mouth, and I could see that the strain of this persecution was telling on his nerves. “Ann Spenworth,” I said to myself, “you must make up your mind; if he wants to marry Phyllida, you must not stand in the way.”
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

Then she began talking in general terms about the difficulty that a girl has in finding a husband nowadays: fewer men than ever, all of them uprooted by the war and uncertain of their future, widows marrying again, the older women remaining young so much longer. I felt that, to some extent, it was all true, but I was surprised to hear such truths on Phyllida’s lips if she still wanted me to think she was faithful to Colonel Butler’s memory.
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

I walked to the door,—and then my heart seemed to stop. You may remember that the horn of our car has a note which I at least find unmistakable. I heard it in the distance, I heard it coming nearer. Phyllida and Will! It was only twelve, and I had not expected them for hours. Evidently the dance had not been to their liking. I prayed that I might prove equal to the crisis. . .
Colonel Butler!,” I cried. (One never troubled to think whether he should rightly be given his military rank) . “Shut that door! Run upstairs to the drawing-room!
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