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Portrait of Edith Wharton Edith Wharton,  The Custom of the Country — Chapter XLII (1913)

“ He stopped again, his white face and drawn nostrils giving him so much the look of an extremely distinguished actor in a fine part that, in spite of the vehemence of his emotion, his silence might have been the deliberate pause for a replique. Undine kept him waiting long enough to give the effect of having lost her cue--then she brought out, with a little soft stare of incredulity: "Do you mean to say you're going to refuse such an offer?" ”
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Portrait of Edith Wharton Edith Wharton,  The Custom of the Country — Chapter XLII (1913)

“ But it was impossible for Undine to understand a social organization which did not regard the indulging of woman as its first purpose, or to believe that any one taking another view was not moved by avarice or malice; and the discussion ended in mutual acrimony.
The morning afterward, Raymond came into her room with a letter in his hand.
"Is this your doing?" he asked. His look and voice expressed something she had never known before: the disciplined anger of a man trained to keep his emotions in fixed channels, but knowing how to fill them to the brim.
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Portrait of Edith Wharton Edith Wharton,  The Custom of the Country — Chapter XLII (1913)

“ Nothing could have been more galling to Undine, and she frankly bewailed the fact to Madame de Trezac.
"Of course it's what was sure to come of being mewed up for months and months in the country. We're out of everything, and the people who are having a good time are simply too busy to remember us. We're only asked to the things that are made up from visiting-lists."
Madame de Trezac listened sympathetically, but did not suppress a candid answer.
"It's not altogether that, my dear; Raymond's not a man his friends forget.
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