“She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and at chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvellous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.” (252)
— Nov 16, 2023 12:47AM
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