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I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. Of course there were goats. ” The tired woman sat still for a moment. ‘You obstinate little devil. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. Well, I'll take myself off. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. The Old Mint. It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil. ” Ann Veronica opened her lips quickly and did not speak. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his eyes open. You’ll never see the light of day as long as you live.
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