She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. I thought about how insensitive my behavior was and even though I don’t think that I was being antiSemitic on purpose, I can see how dumb I was being.
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