Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. ’ She shook her head. ” Hill closed his eyes. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. F. ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. We were only—les autres.
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