“I want to make you happy, Lucy. Why aren’t you folded up clean in lavender—as every young woman ought to be? What have you been doing with yourself?. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby.
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