She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. She felt his tongue press into her mouth. ‘Talk to me another time.
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