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- i. the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from greek to gothic, from vulgar to divine.
- ii. she seemed not at all her bright unattainable self but rather a hazy and ineffably tender apparition, all slender wrists and shadows and disordered hair, the camilla who resided, dim and lovely, in the gloomy boudoir of my dreams.
- iii. being the only female in what was basically a boys' club must have been difficult for her. miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. she was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze.
- iv. but strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.
- v. things would have been terribly strange and unbalanced without her. she was the queen who finished out the suit of dark jacks, dark king, and joker.
- vi. i could lose myself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of her beautiful mouth. come here, you. let's shut the light out, shall we? when i imagined these phrases cast in her voice, they were almost intolerably sweet...
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