The Confounding of Camelia
The Confounding of Camelia
By Anne Douglas Sedgwick
22 Apr, 2021
Excerpt from The Confounding of Camelia
Hen Camelia came down into the country after her second London season, descended lightly upon the home of her forefathers, her coming unannounced, and as much a matter of caprice as had been her long absence,
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Excerpt from The Confounding of Camelia
Hen Camelia came down into the country after her second London season, descended lightly upon the home of her forefathers, her coming unannounced, and as much a matter of caprice as had been her long absence, a slowly growing Opinion, an opinion that had begun to form itself during Camelia's most irresponsible girlhood, became clearly defined, a judgment fixed and apparently irrevocable. The Patons had always been good, quiet people; abso lutely undistinguished, were it not that the super lative quality of their tranquil excellence gave a certain distinction. There were no black sheep in their annals, and a black sheep gives, by contrast, a brilliancy lacking to unaccented bucolic groupings, strikes a note of interest at any rate; but none of the Paton sheep were even gray. They fed in pleasant, plenteous pastures, for it was a wealthy, though not noticeably wealthy family, and perhaps a rather sheep-like dulness, an unimaginative con tentment not conducive to adventurous strayings, accounted for the spotless fleeces. Their cupboards had never held a skeleton - nor so much as the bone of one. The family portraits. Less