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She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. That is so awful. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side.
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