. She put her hand in his to be squeezed. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. It melted her heart. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. Ovarian cancer. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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