‘Imbecile. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo sculpted from cakes graced the table. It was from Brendon. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers.
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