Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. Then she saw the bodies piled in the corner.
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