"Is it poison?" she asked. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. You are just necessary to life for me. ’ The lady looked unexpectedly smug. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house.
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