which had crossed a thousand miles of wheat-lands belliedbellyher taffeta skirt in a line so graceful , so full of animation and moving beauty , that the heart of a chance watcher on the lower road tightened to wistfulnesswistfulnessover her quality of suspended freedom .
Then at the door of the castle the rector had shakenshakehands with his father and mother , his soutane flutteringflutterin the breezebreeze, and the car had drivendriveoff with his father and mother on it .
At a desk at right angles to this window , her vivid red-gold hair ripplingripplein the breezebreezefrom the river , sat the girl who had been workingworkat the typewriter .