" "Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. She knew she was a monster and so did they. ) You are all the slender goddesses.
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