Necessary Attire


She was missing a glove. The young lady of the house was frantic, clutching at her naked arm. As petty as this might seem in summer months, it was actually quite the scandal. When the search began, the house maids scurried more like mice than ladies upending baskets of linens, disheveling neatly made beds, and tossing tasseled pillows into the floors of carriages. From the balcony of the manse, the man of the house, her father, shouted at the help to hurry their searching. After all, a lady without her glove may as well have been a pauper or a common whore. The lady could not leave without it—that pair passed down from lady to lady of the family through generations. Wearing them spoke of dignity, station, and propriety, and of a continuity of physical self that balanced the inconstancy of mind and spirit for which women were so known. As such, she just could not depart without that glove. Oh, and did I mention the hand, member of the glove’s safe, modest keeping, was also missing? From the wrist down to be exact…

 

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