The Cut-Glass Bowl
'And in that instant it was as if this were not, after all, Donald's hour except in so far as he was a market in the insidious contest that had gone on in sudden surges and long, listless interludes between Evylyn and this cold, malignant thing of beauty, a gift of enmity from a man whose face she had long since forgotten.'
— Aug 16, 2018 10:47AM
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