’ He called through the library door. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own.
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