[Now, the flicker in her expression is longer than a moment, and she takes an anxious series of puffs from her own cigarette, breathing out smoke in a sigh.]
It doesn't matter terribly, does it? [She can hear her voice falter, but she has a feeling that this Mr. Darmody is not the type to be distracted by laughter and flattery. His persistence in knowing her mind alone strikes a sour note, but at the same time, it's so unusual to be asked at all.]
I think... [Who would care what a woman thinks? Not many of the guests here would care for the word of a woman, even one married into a wealthy empire, when there is liquor to taste and fireworks to admire. But he wants to know, and at his unsubtle prompting, she folds beneath the pressure, struggling for the right words. Her voice trails off, before finally picking up again.]
I think I'm just a fool. There's nothing to me at all.
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It doesn't matter terribly, does it? [She can hear her voice falter, but she has a feeling that this Mr. Darmody is not the type to be distracted by laughter and flattery. His persistence in knowing her mind alone strikes a sour note, but at the same time, it's so unusual to be asked at all.]
I think... [Who would care what a woman thinks? Not many of the guests here would care for the word of a woman, even one married into a wealthy empire, when there is liquor to taste and fireworks to admire. But he wants to know, and at his unsubtle prompting, she folds beneath the pressure, struggling for the right words. Her voice trails off, before finally picking up again.]
I think I'm just a fool. There's nothing to me at all.