Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. ’ ‘Oh, this is becoming nonsensical,’ exclaimed Lucilla. She could not explain in words why they disappointed her or that she was disappointed. “I like to think of your offer. The atmosphere at dinner was not propitious. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk.
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