In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. The word handsome was a little beyond her grasp. "If the best nag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. I know he is dead. Most women of great physical beauty are flawed, and their flaw is that they are dense with no ability to perceive or retain true knowledge. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade.
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