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Sebastian observed coolly, savoring the outline of Lucy’s feral figure hunching over Michelle’s gradually diminishing body. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring.
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