4. ” “I’ll frame it—when I get it. “I do. But we can’t help noticing. The streets were full of colour. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. 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.
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