’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. Still, I am curious. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining amongst gentlemen. . Even if you didn’t know it. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. Of course. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. If you could see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am.
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