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White Sears special-order orthopedic shoes, polyester pants, and cotton print blouses were her usual weekend attire. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive. She had been forced to buy herself that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’ had yielded very disappointingly. They were terrible, horrible people. I don’t think you understand. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. .
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