His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. On Thursday we embark for South America. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. The worst was over now. " "Deferred!" echoed Sheppard.
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