A lonely girl [antikvár]

A LONELY GIRLCHAPTER I.As merry as the day is long.""So nice to find ourselves all here together once again!" says Mrs. Clarence with a satisfied sigh, throwing her pretty head a little backwards and sidewaysher charmingly insincere face smiling out of its aureole of flaxen hair. She is popularly supposed, in her own set, to have the only pure flaxen hair in the United Kingdom ; and indeed, to give the Devil of gossip his due, no one has ever suggested the word dye!In townin the seasonthis delicate yellow hair of hers has created a small sensation for more years than she now cares to be reminded of, though in reality she is only thirty. For the rest, she has little to complain of in her life ; her means being ample, her charms beyond reproach, and her very uncongenial husband at this moment at the Antipodes.In this small country placean insignificant spot in the south of Irelandshe is regarded by the villagers in the little town below with feelings that sway between awe and delight.B