’ ‘Exactement. His grip twisted her wrist. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things —they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. A sacrifice. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. What is a Yale man?" "Did he say he was a Yale man?" "He and Ah Cum were talking…. A sinister thought edged in.
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