Lord, I am sixty. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. “Damn”.
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