” “Are you afraid?” “Only for you! Most of my income will vanish. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Her disapproval was obvious enough. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. I have always been lonely. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose.
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