"There!" cried Mrs. “You are the type that I want to marry someday, you’ve got a beautiful body, such pretty eyes. 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. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Taking off his stockings, he then drew up the basils as far as he was able, and tied the fragments of the broken chain to his legs, to prevent them from clanking, and impeding his future exertions. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on.
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