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It seems peculiar now, but it’s true; when Mother and I left the cab, we stood a moment simply looking about us, at the people motioning by in different directions, clearly knowledgeable of where to go.
The moustached man looked at a space above Mother’s head – that being his advantage, in his tallness.
Compared to Farm Cottage, it seemed a palace, from a fairytale;
My scope of vocabulary cannot suffice how it seemed to me, in all my naïveté and childishness.
I had not yet let go of Mother’s hand, and it felt sweaty – still, it could have been mine, for I felt watery with faintness.
and smelled the smell of decadence, of agedness,
Lady Marie, Eleanor’s mother, looked quickly, and dramatically, to the floor, but Eleanor’s eyes stayed fixed on mine, yet unreadable in the dim candlelight.
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