“None, I thank you,” he answered. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. I felt his heart. They lived alone, mainly inhabiting the castle’s upper floors. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. No! That was impossible.
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