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” She laughed gaily—and she had a way when she laughed of throwing back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from her was a thing very much to be desired. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground.
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