Chapter 7: VII

VII When Connie went up to her bedroom she did what she had not done for a long time: took off all her clothes, and looked at herself naked in the huge mirror. She did not know what she was looking for, or at, very definitely, yet she moved the lamp till it shone full on her. And she thought, as she had thought so often … what a frail, easily hurt, rather pathetic thing a human body is, naked; somehow a little unfinished, incomplete! She had been supposed to have rather a good figure,…