The impassivity of her features changed at last. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been told about the ball, because you haven’t. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. There's nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added.
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