Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. " "I know not how to act," exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. ” She scoffed. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. " There was a brief, breathless pause. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light.
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