C. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. " "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. Lucy could smell that Michelle was the body type that easily became cancerous, and fast. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. Her impressions of this cardinal ceremony were rich and confused, complicated by a quite transitory passion that awakened no reciprocal fire for a fat curly headed cousin in black velveteen and a lace collar, who assisted as a page.
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