Life's Shop Window - Victoria Cross 1907 The Macaulay Co vintage HB

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Condition: Acceptable. Signs of wear and consistent use. Back board is almost completely detached from rest of book and needs repaired. See images for the condition of this book.

Blurb: Excerpt: ... Chapter VI To those who have studied the marvellous physiological effect upon the female human being of love and joy, the change that came over Lydia at this time will only be a familiar and to-be-expected result. Where her beauty had been brightly attractive before, it was now radiantly insistent. The dull yokels paused to stare after her as she crossed the farmyard, and people who passed her on the road to the village turned their heads to look back at her and smiled. Up in her own little room, that had become such a shrine of strange enchantment and delight, the girl saw her own face given back to her by the small square of glass with a sort of wonder not wholly unmixed with alarm. Surely her secret would be read in those sparkling eyes and rosy smiles. She often pushed back the silky vine-like curls of hair from her face and pulled down her hat and put on her most quiet dress to make herself look plainer. Still she could not fail to escape the attention and censorious wonder of her female neighbours. The pew-opener's wife, Mrs Robbins, thought it her duty to call and remonstrate with Mrs Anderson at the farm. "I wonder you have that great flaming, flaunting beauty on the place. Looks like them ain't decent. That's what I call it," she expostulated, getting a little confused in her speech from her righteous indignation. "So different from a nice sober-faced girl like your Bella." "Bella's a lady," replied Mrs Anderson, with dignity, not over pleased with Mrs Robbins's last remark, she could not exactly tell why, and then added sharply, "I can't help the girl being good-looking, can I?" "That much of good looks ain't respectable, it don't look right somehow, everybody'11 tell you the same, Mrs Anderson, they good looks never was...