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Glancing away from Mr. Wilson, she met the small brown eye of his mother, and surprised there a most unexpected expression: the old lady looked extremely amused. But she said nothing. She had retreated too far into the narrow world of age—in her case bounded by food, warmth, and the villainy of her neighbours—to be bothered with the younger generation.

As his physical powers declined, making hunting impossible, Sir Henry had taken to the Pen; all over the world the friends of his youth began to receive very long, very dull letters from him. … So the letters took a long time to get there, and the replies even longer to get back, and all the news was out of date; and this gave his correspondence a peculiar timeless quality which was very soothing.

es tremendamente difícil soltar este libro

si me dieran un euro cada vez que acabo leyendo sobre jovenes mujeres que se marchan de casa para servir en otra
no diré cuántos euros tendría