It is like some accident. Mr. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. This business of love is the supreme affair in life, it is the woman’s one event and crisis that makes up for all her other restrictions, and I cower—as we all cower—with a blushing and paralyzed mind until it overtakes me!. “It’s the spring,” he said.
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