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She stood there, a large old woman, smiling at the things she would say to him in the morning, this big foolish baby of a son.
There were times now, like this, when she lost control of the time count and moved freely back and forth into three generations.
Was it a birthday ball??
When Peter had reached his majority at eighteen??
Or was it her own first ball as mistress of this big house, a Van Rensselaer bride from way upstate near Albany, from Rensselaerwyck.
And this handsome booby, staring and sweating, was he her bridegroom??

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