His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. Who was he?” “Intriguing. ” “Of course,” his friend answered. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips.
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