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Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. Here she seems to have developed into a brilliant woman with more character and steadfastness than I should ever have given her credit for.
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