Wood hadn't struck me. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. “There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. ” The tired woman sat still for a moment.
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