News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance — John Shaqi
News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian RomanceMorris, William
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News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance
Morris, William
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Well, they _did_ laugh, and I joined them again, for the above-stated
reasons. But at last the pretty woman said coaxingly--
"Well, well, he _is_ rude, poor fellow! but you see I may as well tell
you what he is thinking about: he means that you look rather old for your
age. But surely there need be no wonder in that, since you have been
travelling; and clearly from all you have been saying, in unsocial
countries. It has often been said, and no doubt truly, that one ages
very quickly if one lives amongst unhappy people. Also they say that
southern England is a good place for keeping good looks." She blushed
and said: "How old am I, do you think?"
"Well," quoth I, "I have always been told that a woman is as old as she
looks, so without offence or flattery, I should say that you were
twenty."
She laughed merrily, and said, "I am well served out for fishing for
compliments, since I have to tell you the truth, to wit, that I am forty-
two."
I stared at her, and drew musical laughter from her again; but I might
well stare, for there was not a careful line on her face; her skin was as
smooth as ivory, her cheeks full and round, her lips as red as the roses
she had brought in; her beautiful arms, which she had bared for her work,
firm and well-knit from shoulder to wrist. She blushed a little under my
gaze, though it was clear that she had taken me for a man of eighty; so
to pass it off I said--
"Well, you see, the old saw is proved right again, and I ought not to
have let you tempt me into asking you a rude question."
She laughed again, and said: "Well, lads, old and young, I must get to my
work now. We shall be rather busy here presently; and I want to clear it
off soon, for I began to read a pretty old book yesterday, and I want to
get on with it this morning: so good-bye for the present."
She waved a hand to us, and stepped lightly down the hall, taking (as
Scott says) at least part of the sun from our table as she went.
When she was gone, Dick said "Now guest, won't you ask a question or two
of our friend here? It is only fair that you should have your turn."
"I shall be very glad to answer them," said the weaver.
"If I ask you any questions, sir," said I, "they will not be very severe;
but since I hear that you are a weaver, I should like to ask you
something about that craft, as I am--or was--interested in it."
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