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” “Are you in a hurry,” she asked carelessly. Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. She answered slowly. I was pretty strong for a four-year old! She was so mad that she spanked me with a belt until my butt was raw and bleeding. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. . The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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