” Sebastian said, though she swore she detected the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice. " Quilt, however, seemed unwilling to speak. But about the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied. She had never heard anything so unholy. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before. D'ye hear. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. But I do not love you. Nobody toys with me. But she must not laugh. He was nearly wincing. Pearls too! I mean it.
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