Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. He looked at her, hurt. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. Queer old gentleman! The art of ignoring is one of the accomplishments of every well-bred girl, so carefully instilled that at last she can even ignore her own thoughts and her own knowledge. He sent me flowers. I sha'n't cry any more.
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