Alone. she was a rather tiresome person and offered safe anchorage to any passing butterfly. Inclined to take a gloomy view of things, she always pretended with an air of ridiculous contrition, to know everything about everything. Not that there was anything wrong with this, but; in fact, it was in a prostrate position that she carried forward in complete harmony with her wine untasted.
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