![]() Mary's, Oxford, had gone well the service was decorous, the reception jolly, the send–off from school and college friends raucous and uplifting. Superficially, they were in fine spirits. Edward did not mention that he had never stayed in a hotel before, whereas Florence, after many trips as a child with her father, was an old hand. In the next room, visible through the open door, was a four–poster bed, rather narrow, whose bedcover was pure white and stretched startlingly smooth, as though by no human hand. ![]() They had just sat down to supper in a tiny sitting room on the first floor of a Georgian inn. They were young, educated, and both virgins on this, their wedding night, and they lived in a time when a conversation about sexual difficulties was plainly impossible. ![]() 'Booksellers' Picks for the Beach - or the Backyard' ![]()
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