“The tenderest relations are often the most delicate and subtle, and 'trifles light as air' may scatter and utterly destroy the sensitive gossamer threads extending between one heart and another, as easily as a child's passing foot destroys the spider's web woven on the dewy grass in the early mornings of spring.”
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