It presented the same kind of
rounded-off completion and satisfactoriness as that suggested by an
entirely sensuous and comfortable person. There were no corners in it,
no vistas hinting at anything except at some perfectly normal lawn or
set garden, no mystery, no implication of any other theory or glimpse
of theory except that which itself proclaimed.
Something of its air seemed now to breathe in Maggie's expression of
contentment, as she smiled softly and happily, clasping her arms
behind her head. She looked perfectly charming, thought Mabel; and she
laid a hand delicately on her friend's knee, as if to share in the
satisfaction--to verify it by participation, so to speak.
"It doesn't seem to have done you much harm," she said.
"No, thank you; I'm extremely well and very content. I've looked
through the door once, without in the least wishing to; and I don't in
the least want to look again. It's not a nice view."
"But about--er--religion," said the younger girl rather awkwardly.
"Oh! religion's all right," said Maggie. "The Church gives me just as
much of all that as is good for me; and, for the rest, just tells me
to be quiet and not bother--above all, not to peep or pry.
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