galgadots: Cecilia knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lyin
galgadots: Cecilia knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lying on her bed in a haze of smoke, chin propped on her hand, pins and needles spreading up through her arm as she read her way through Richardson’s Clarissa. -- source link