...of incest

At table Berthe and I, contrary to our wont, did not exchange a single word. My aunt and mother were surprised by our silence, but the latter concluded merely: "They've probably been fighting again." It seemed wiser to us to conceal our new-found intimacy beneath the factitious veil of spite.

[Memoirs of a Young Rakehell, Apollinaire, G.]

- submitted by Pearce, M. A.