Dead Love Has Chains #255267

She let the Cranford shooting, and gave the money to a Bournemouth hospital. Her friends were all of them past: forty, some grave and learned, some frivolous and pleasure-loving, but none young. From young men in particular she shrank with a kind of disgust. She could better put up with girls. This was a consequence of the great grief that had come upon her suddenly when Daisy Meredith was nineteen.