an unrehearsed universe

Apple

At the end of day, everyone agreed:
         she was only as good as she ought to be.

Certainly she danced on the edge of propriety.  But honestly,
         she could have turned out no differently.  Blood will tell,

as everyone knows.  She could hold her own fairly well
         in high society.  Her interests, however, were most remarkably

low.  The wonder was, everyone said, not that she frequently
         put on such a poor showing but that she could be

good at all, respectable even, if you could bring yourself to forget
         the tree from whence the apple fell.