Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. I think too much about myself. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. “Not at all.
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