We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. It would hurt no one. The entrance was barred against them; and they had the additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary.
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