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She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. The stairs were outside but they had been covered with a thin plastic roof.
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