She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. " "Ah, yes; that coat. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships were possible.
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