Négligés were unknown in Roseborough. Even at seven in the morning, which was Rosamond Mearely’s hour for greeting the new day, the ladies of Roseborough did not kimono: they dressed. Young Rosamond Mearely might be--as indeed she was--the richest and fairest woman in Roseborough, and the widow of a gentleman whose name the hamlet and countryside mentioned still with the bated breath of pride; but she would no more have dared to appear at breakfast before her housemaids, the imposing Frigget sorority--Amanda, aged forty-nine years “come Michelmas,” and Jemima, forty-seven and three quarter years--in what they would have pronounced (and condemned as) a “wrapper,” than she would wittingly hav…
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