“What do you mean?” she asked. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. He turned the water off and handed her a towel.
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