Presently he turned to Courtlaw. ” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness.
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