“Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister. ’ I said. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of omitting her second verse altogether. That night in Paris I saw on the bills ‘Fatal Motor Accidents. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely.
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