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The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. ” “I don’t have power over men’s fates. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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