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Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. At this point a carriage with servants in sumptuous liveries was stationed. Melusine feigned a displeased frown. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story building apparently made solely of glass.
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