CHAPTER XXII
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gquestionslikeblackflies.Alwaysthinkingofappearances.CowedbecauseofAuntWellington’steaspoonsandUncleBenjamin’smoney.Poverty-stricken.Afraidofeverybody.EnvyingOlive.Aslavetomoth-eatentraditions.Nothingtohopefororexpect.
Andnoweverydaywasagayadventure.
LadyJaneflewoverthefifteenmilesbetweenDeerwoodandthePort—throughthePort.ThewayBarneywentpasttrafficpolicemenwasnotholy.Thelightswerebeginningtotwinkleoutlikestarsintheclear,lemon-huedtwilightair.ThiswastheonlytimeValancyeverreallylikedthetown,andshewascrazywiththedelightofspeeding.Wasitpossibleshehadeverbeenafraidofacar?Shewasperfectlyhappy,ridingbesideBarney.Notthatshedeludedherselfintothinkingithadanysignificance.SheknewquitewellthatBarneyhadaskedhertogoontheimpulseofthemoment—animpulsebornofafeeli
