shouldn’t be friends. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod.
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