Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. ‘Do you think I am afraid of a sword in the hand of a slip of a girl?’ For answer, Melusine lunged at him. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. Sebastian was physically beautiful, she reflected. Well, I've had to be. Wary they might be. It must have cut him. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. ” “When?” “At tea.
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