She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. I don't care how lonesome it is. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. Well, I don't blame you on that ground.
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