Then a surge of rage welled up. It will do its best to overlook things—” “If we let it, poor dear. About halfway across this interval, when everything seemed going well, Capes had a shock. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees.
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