You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner. She wanted to be alone. She cursed Satan and screamed at the heavens, praying to Mary frantically. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights.
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