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My Mother Taught MeBut all these things are most irregular, sir. I don't know just what to do, nor what you wish.” “Calmly, calmly now, Annie!” Father remonstrated. “You will see, you will see. We shall discover all that together in a moment. For now, just do as I tell you. Take the pins out of your hair-the cap off first, then let your hair down.” His voice was still sophisticated and debonair, but now there was an unmistakable tone of authority in it. Annie flushed pink under her freckles. She stood straight before him hesitating, seeming to be confused by these strange requests of Father's, torn, it seemed to me, between her shy embarrassment and her duty as a servant. “Well?” Father demanded, raising his eyebrows slightly and looking up at her. “Y-yes. sir.” Annie lowered her eyes, took off her cap and hesitated again. “Come, come; my lovely, the hairpins now. I want to see that wealth of yours spread flaming red in the light-not pinned and pushed away out of an ardent admirer's sight. Take it down, my dear!” Again Annie looked confused ...» |
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