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A Cup of Tea By Katherine Mansfield 1 Rosemary Fell was not exactly beautiful. No, you couldnt have called her beautiful. Pretty? Well, if you took her to pieces... But why be so cruel as to take anyone to pieces? She was young, brilliant, extremely modem, exquisitely well dressed, amazingly well read in the newest of the new books, and her parties were the most delicious mixture of the really important people and... artists - quaint creatures, discoveries of hers, some of them too terrifying for words, but others quite presentable and amusing. 2 Rosemary had been married two years. She had a duck of a boy. No, not Peter - Michael. And her husband absolutely adored her. They were rich, really rich, not just comfortably well off, which is odious and stuffy and sounds like ones grandparents. But if Rosemary wanted to shop she would go to Paris as you and I would go to Bond Street . If she wanted to buy flowers, the car pulled up at that perfect shop in Regent Street, and Rosemary inside the shop just gazed in her dazzled, rather exotic way, and said: I want those and those and those. Give me four bunches of those. And that jar of roses. Yes, Ill have all the roses in the jar. No, no lilac. I hate lilac. Its got no shape. The attendant bowed and put the lilac out of sight, as though this was only too true; lilac was dreadfully shapeless. Give me those stumpy little tulips. Those red and white ones. And she was followed to the car by a thin shop-girl staggering under an immense white paper armful that looked like a baby in long clothes.... 3 One winter afternoon she had been buying something in a little antique shop in Curzon Street . It was a shop she liked. For one thing, one usually had it to oneself. And then the man who kept it was ridiculously fond of serving her. He beamed whenever she came in. He clasped his hands; he was so gratified he could scarcely speak. Flattery, of course. All the same, there was something... 4 You see, madam, he would expl