Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. . Women! He is always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native, often a white woman out of the stews. ” He fumed. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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