Marguerite, tall and queen-like in her rich gown, and costly
jewels, wearing with glorious pride the invisible crown of happy
wifehood: Juliette, slim and girlish, dressed all in white, with a soft,
straw hat on her fair curls, and bearing on an otherwise young and
child-like face, the hard imprint of the terrible sufferings she had
undergone, of the deathly moral battle her tender soul had had to
fight.
Soon a group of friends joined them. Paul Deroulede among these,
also Sir Andrew and Lady Ffoulkes, and strolling slowly towards
them, his hands buried in the pockets of his fine cloth breeches, his
broad shoulders set to advantage in a coat of immaculate cut,
priceless lace ruffles at neck and wrist, came the inimitable Sir Percy.
Chapter V : Sir Percy and His Lady
To all appearances he had not changed since those early days of
matrimony, when his young wife dazzled London society by her wit
and by her beauty, and he was one of the many satellites that helped
to bring into bold relief the brilliance of her presence, of her sallies
and of her smiles.
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