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"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. I have an aunt who is coming to live with me, and I do not intend to receive any visitors at all. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. Something changed for her. And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters.
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