It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. The young lady with frizzled hair, whom Brendon had pointed out to her as Miss Ellicot, leaned forward from her hostess’s side. " "Where are you going?" asked his mother. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. "Those tears will do you good.
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