A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. Every one turned to her in astonishment. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. The first set of occupations seemed to her to be altogether too domestic and restricted; for the latter she was dreadfully handicapped by her want of experience. Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. ‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively. You know how stubborn they get.
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