‘I must get a handkerchief. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. I was visiting the royal family, as they sought me for a tutor for their sons over the summer. That wasn’t even the worst thing. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. She could not speak. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit.
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