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” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. She could not see clearly. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone.
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