Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She had no intention of fighting fair.
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