\u201cWe did <\/em>use to play together, didn\u2019t we?\u201d she asked, turning hre grave eyes to his. \u201cYou were a horrid boy, and kissed me once behind a door; but it was your cousin Vandie Newland, who never looked at me, that I lwas in love with.\u201d Her gaze swept the horse-shoe curve of boxes. \u201cAh, how this brings it all back to me\u2013I see everybody here in knickerbockers and pantalettes,\u201d she said, with her trailing, slightly foreign accent, her eyes returning to his face.<\/strong> \u201cWe did use to play together, didn\u2019t we?\u201d she asked, turning hre grave eyes to his. \u201cYou were a horrid boy, and kissed me once behind a door; but it was your cousin Vandie Newland, who never looked at me, that I lwas in love with.\u201d Her gaze swept the horse-shoe curve of boxes. \u201cAh, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n
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Agreeable as their expression was, the young man was shocked that they should reflect so unseemly a picture of the august tribunal before which, at that very moment, her case was being tried. Nothing could be in worse taste than misplaced flippancy; and he answered somewhat stiffly: \u201cYes, you have been away a very long time.\u201d<\/strong>
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\u201cOh, centuries and centuries, so long,\u201d she said, \u201cthat I\u2019m sure I\u2019m dead and buried, and this dear old place is heaven\u201d; which, for reasons he could not define, struck Newland Archer as an even more disrespectful way of describing New York Society.<\/strong>
\u2013Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence<\/em><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"