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That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. And then they talked of Anarchism and Socialism, and whether the former was the exact opposite of the latter or only a higher form. Of course a little daughter is a delightful thing enough. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that.
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