They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in volume. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. She gurgled.
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