She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. "Nothing!" echoed the other, scornfully.
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