Moreover, this isn't really a sacrifice.
Nobles do this all the time, then turn around and use shame and morality to restrain the poor.
Because she had read books, she was particularly aware of this.
Emily curiously wanted to touch the swan's feathers, having only seen it in picture books, so she could tell her good friend Little Margery back at school.
But remembering her mother's warning, she quietly withdrew her hand.
Edmond cautiously stepped into the study, surveying the neatly arranged bookshelves and exquisitely carved mahogany desk, a surge of excitement welled up in his chest.
He restrained his joy, maintaining an air of composure, but couldn't help murmuring.
"Not bad... very nice..."
