CHAPTER XI. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. She and I were very close. ‘Oh, my God, Melusine, what have I done?’ Melusine shook her head. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Diane, more than a little envious of the girls’ youthful excitement, set Michelle's curfew at 10:30. I never forgive an injury. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand.
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