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some Austro-Hungarian empire of the heart inspo/characterisation

Caro would have known what to say: not the right thing, but the truth. Caro would have spoken truly or kept a true silence. In accepting to be the sweet one of the sisters, tame and tractable, Grace had by no means intended to cast herself away. She had enjoyed being sweet, and being thought sweet,…

—p.195 The Transit of Venus by Shirley Hazzard
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some Austro-Hungarian empire of the heart inspo/characterisation

Caro would have known what to say: not the right thing, but the truth. Caro would have spoken truly or kept a true silence. In accepting to be the sweet one of the sisters, tame and tractable, Grace had by no means intended to cast herself away. She had enjoyed being sweet, and being thought sweet,…

—p.195 by Shirley Hazzard
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a tension not easily absorbed into rugs

"Ted." She had never used his name so much. "She is writing you today."

In that instant Grace somewhat resembled Caro, as always when matters grew serious. Ted could see it, the turn of head and the clasped hands. If he put his fingers to the nape, he would find the cord there, prominent as Caro…

—p.195 by Shirley Hazzard
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withholding it for years out of charity inspo/dialogue

Caro said, "I withhold my analysis of your own attitude."

Leadbetter's unlaced fingers came down on the blotter with a synchronized slap. "Miss Bell, do you really not find this incident utterly grotesque?"

"I know that any adherence to a principle can be called grotesque, and even made to ap…

—p.193 by Shirley Hazzard
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that only she seemed fitted to enact

He walked home perplexed by a sensation, sharp yet heavy, close to disappointment. Possibly he had imagined Caro cut out for some dénouement that would vindicate, or redeem, the cautious order of his own existence--a culmination, even tragic, that only she seemed fitted to enact. Or perhaps he had …

—p.191 by Shirley Hazzard