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www.xsz.twed,she
thought,alittlesad.“buthorrid,horridthoughts,”
shewoundup,layingdokinandpushingher
orecheerful
totalkaboutupstairs.”
upstairsinthedracassandrafoundfresh
sourcesofpleasure,firstiinguishedandexpet
lookoftherooaheceofexerg
herdiviningrodupoofhun
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nightandday
beings.buttheloen,theirditative
silehebeautyoheratleast,shoneeven
frolaberhencircled
elderlynecks,gedheroresubdued
desirerelytodtoered
osphereinatters
ostinnosyllables,
bytheolderenedherasoneof
theelves.herexpressionbecaverygentleandsyathetic,
asifshe,too,udeforthe
ehoanagedand
depree
sheperceivedthatkathariy
inso
alenessandndbegantolaugh.
“areyoulaughingat”katharineasked.
ajokesofoolishandunfilialhexplaining.
“ithingridiculousiaste,but
still,ifyouhalfshutyoureyesandlooked”katharine
halfshuthereyesandlooked,butshelookedinthewrong
direorethanever,and
illlaughinganddoingherbesttoexplainina
hataunteleanor,throughhalfshuteyes,was
liketheparrotinthecageatstogdonhouse,he
gentlenandrodneyraightupto
theoknothey.
“iutterlyrefusetotellyou”cassandrareplied,standing
upstraight,claspingherhandsinfrontofher,and
faghiherckery.hehad
notevenforasendthefearthatshehadbeenlaughing
athisheauselifewassoadorable,
soenting.
“ah,butyoureefeelthebarbarityof
sex,”hereplied,dratogetherandpressing
hisfiipsuponaniginaryoperahatorlacca
e.“sofdullthings,
andnoore
thananythingintheworld.”
“youdoe”shecried.“notfor
asend.hknohatyouvebeenenjoyingyourself
iensely.hasharine”
“no,”shereplied,“ithinkhesspeakih.he
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doesntcarechforpolitics.”
herply,producedacurious
geinthelight,sparklingatsphere.atonce
losthislookofanitionandsaidseriously:
“idetestpolitics.”
“idontthinkanynhastherighttosaythat,”said
cassandra,alstseverely.
“iagree.ianthatidetestpolitis,”herrected
hielfquickly.
“yousee,ibelievecassandraisinist,”
katharineinist
sixnthsago,butitsnogoodsupposingthatsheis
nos
ineyes.onenevertell.”shesledatherasan
eldersisterghtsle.
“katharine,youkeonefeelsohorriblysll”
cassandraexclaid.
“no,no,thatsnoteans,”roderposed.
“iquiteagreethatenhaveanienseadvantage
overusthere.onessesalotbyattetingtoknow
thingsthhly.”
“heknhly,”saidkatharine.“butthen
healsoknopainting,aain
auntaboutsic.hesverycultivatedperhapsthe
stcultivatedpersoniknow.”
“ary,”cassandraadded.
“yes,iarked,
andtuingherheadasthoughshesaethingthat
neededherattentioninafareroftheroosheleft
the
foraoodsilent,aftereda
deliberateintrodutoeachother,andcassandra
.
“henry,”shesaid,“hatastage
oughttobenobiggerthanthisdra.hes
theretobesinginganddangasingonly
alltheoppositeofand”
theysatdohariuinghed
thehhishandraisediiculation
andhisuthopen,asifreadytospeakthent
cassandraceased.
kathariy,heritopullacurtainor
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nightandday
veachair,herfottenordischarged,butshe
ntiostandbythehoutdoinganything.
theelderlypeopleogetherround
thefire.theyseedanindepe,ddleagednity
busyhitsoelling
storiesveryverygraciously.
butforherthereploynt.
“ifanybodysaysanything,ishallsaythatiooking
attheriver,”shethought,forinherslaverytoherfaly
traditions,sheopayforhertransgression
eplausiblefalsehood.shepushedasidetheblind
andlookedattheriver.butitandthe
erouples
eringsloheroad,keepingascloseto
therailingsaspossible,thoughthetreeshadasyetno
leavestocastshadobraces.katharine,
thushdraherloneliheeveninghadbeen
oneofpain,her,ernute,plainer
proofthatthingsasshehadforeseen.she
hadfacedtones,gestures,glances;sheknehher
ba,that,evennolungingdeeper
anddeeperintothedelightofueduanding
osttoldherthathewasfinding
itinfinitelybetterthanheuldhavebelieved.she
lookedoutoftheiet
privatesfortuetherself,tetindividual
lives.hhereyesuponthedarksky,voicesreachedher
froheroon
asiftheycafroeopleinanotherworld,aworld
atoherhatheprelude,
theantechaertoreality;itelydead,she
heardthelivingtalking.thedreaatureofourlifehad
neverbeenreapparenttoher,neverhadlifebeen
recertainlyanaffairoffoursexisted
onlyhintherangeoflightsandfires,beyond
orethandarkness.she
seedphysicallytoh
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