Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. The mode of destruction makes no difference. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Daughters were not like sons.
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