It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. “In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you deal. ‘Wait, Jacques! I will find the way to open this. For a space he rode the whirligig.
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