“Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill.
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