"She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were in woven with her deepest life." — Edith Wharton
11:00 PM - 15 Jul 2018
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