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I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. You are my wife now and you belong to me. "Be it as you please," replied Winifred. " "I see.
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