That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. You had better go to bed. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said.
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