He propped her up in an armchair with some cushions, and they took tea together, she very delicately drinking from a saucer and taking bread and butter from his hands. All this showed him, or so he thought, that his wife was still herself; there was so little wildness in her demeanour and so much delicacy and decency, especially in her not wishing to run naked, that he was very much comforted, and began to fancy they could be happy enough if they could escape the world and live always alone.
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a debut of the 20th-century contemporary fantasy written by one of the less talked about bloomsbury bohemians who lived in squares, painted in circles and loved in triangles 。。
评分a debut of the 20th-century contemporary fantasy written by one of the less talked about bloomsbury bohemians who lived in squares, painted in circles and loved in triangles 。。
评分a debut of the 20th-century contemporary fantasy written by one of the less talked about bloomsbury bohemians who lived in squares, painted in circles and loved in triangles 。。
评分a debut of the 20th-century contemporary fantasy written by one of the less talked about bloomsbury bohemians who lived in squares, painted in circles and loved in triangles 。。
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