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"Harriet smiles to herself as she went to change for the river[….]Even for the sake of startling Peter, she was not prepared to offer a display of grilled back and mosquito-bitten legs. She would go seemly and comfortable. The Dean, meeting her under the beeches, gazed with exaggerated surprise at her dazzling display of white linen and pipe-clay." Gaudy Night, Ch. 15.
White linen suit, 1930s, Wearing History

harrietvanescloset:

"Harriet smiles to herself as she went to change for the river[….]Even for the sake of startling Peter, she was not prepared to offer a display of grilled back and mosquito-bitten legs. She would go seemly and comfortable. The Dean, meeting her under the beeches, gazed with exaggerated surprise at her dazzling display of white linen and pipe-clay." Gaudy Night, Ch. 15.

White linen suit, 1930s, Wearing History

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In London, anybody, at any moment, might do or become anything. But in a village - no matter what village - they were all immutably themselves: parson, organist, sweep, duke’s son and doctor’s daughter, moving like chessmen upon their allotted squares. She was curiously excited. She thought, ‘I have married England.’ Her fingers tightened on his arm.
England, serenely unaware of his symbolic importance, acknowledged the squeeze with a pressure of the elbow.
Busman’s Honeymoon, by Dorothy L Sayers (1937)