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Happy Thanksgiving. For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. “All right so far,” she said to herself. By Jove! I’m beginning to have my doubts about freedom! “You silly young woman, Ann Veronica! You silly young woman! The smeariness of the thing! “The smeariness of this sort of thing!. When she judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat dispirited.
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