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” Lucy spat. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. She looked at her flattened belly. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. \"I've got some chores to do and I usually cook dinner on weeknights. What of it?” There was a shout of laughter. ” “It wouldn’t be you either.
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