![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I had said too much - but it was that, or say nothing. I felt as if my admiration for Kitty Butler had lit a beacon inside me, and opening my unguarded mouth had sent a shaft of light into the darkened room, illuminating all. There was a look on her face - it was not ambiguous at all now - a look of mingled shock, and nervousness, and embarrassment or shame. I opened my eyes and looked at Alice - and knew at once that I shouldn’t have spoken that I should have been as dumb and as cunning with her as with the rest of them. I never knew that there were girls like her…” My voice became a trembling whisper then, and I found that I could say no more. She makes me sore, here.” I placed a hand upon my chest, upon the breast-bone. Sucksby’s best interest, financially speaking, to keep Sue from becoming too sharp. Sucksby’s creation, a fingersmith with a talent for the con, who is also simultaneously sheltered. Then she walks on the stage and - she is so pretty and her suit is so nice and her voice is so sweet… She makes me want to smile and weep, at once. That final statement is, of course, fortuitous in that she is Mrs. I watch the acts before her and they are like nothing - they’re like dust. It’s like I am filling up, like a wine-glass when it’s filled with wine. It’s like I never saw anything at all before. “When I see her,” I said, “it’s like - I don’t know what it’s like. ![]()
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