But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. . She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. Yours?" The stranger hesitated. ’ Her lashes fluttered.
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