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Larry would be up soon. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. Wild in his own domain. Fascination. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor.
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