"After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. 58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment.
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