The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. She almost sprang to her feet.
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