She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. It makes me desire life beyond measure.
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