Sheila decided to do a little laundry one day, clothes that were in Lucy’s hamper, a dirty clothes bin that Lucy had insisted that she have for herself separate from the family one. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. It was a simple wish. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. Now let us forget it. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself.
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