The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. But at the word “home” she turned again.
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