“Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. Nobody toys with me. I ought to be able to think things out.
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