The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. We shall take an eternal farewell of each other. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed.
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