There is the key. “But how can you?” asked Constance. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. Here you only waste your time. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. “Never mind me. Get it off your soul. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. If you had lived twenty years ago you would have been called a Young Person, and it would have been your chief duty in life not to know, never to have heard of, and never to understand.
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