I hate children. None this end. Wood could stand it no longer. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “I think I ought to have one. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter.
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