"Nothing!" echoed the other, scornfully. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. "If you mean to accompany us, you may need it. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. She got up and unlocked the door. Its parents have perished.
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