Age of Innocence
By Edith Warton
Ah, Countess Olenska...
"The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!"
Oh, Archer...
"The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future."
Poor May...
"Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas."
"We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?"
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