Hollo rumbled in his throat. Capes spoke casually of their plans for work. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. Queer world. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant.
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