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A woman has a perfect right to choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that there was something a little mysterious about your treatment of him. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. Mother and Son.
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