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She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.
Edith Wharton
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Edith Wharton
Age: 75 †
Born: 1862
Born: January 24
Died: 1937
Died: August 11
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New York City
New York
Edith Newbold Jones
Edith Newbold Jones Wharton
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She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.
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Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
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She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
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