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'And at this hour of the day I don't suppose you've a single one left, have you, Lily?' she plaintively concluded.
Miss Bart caught the startled glance of Mr Percy Gryce, whose own lips were never defiled by tobacco.
'What an absurd question, Bertha!' she exclaimed, blushing at the thought of the store she had laid in at Lawrence Selden's.
'Why, don't you smoke? Since when have you given it up?'

There was, however, one topic she could rely on. She had refrained from touching it because it was a last resource, and she had relied on other arts to stimulate other sensations; but as a settled look of dulness began to creep over his candid features, she saw that extreme measures were necessary.
'And now,' she said, leaning forward, 'are you getting on with your Americana?'

This is the most nerve-wracking book I've ever read. It's literally like a train wreck, I don't want to watch

Lily Bart? More like LISA [&] Bart. [Simpson.]