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‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Even this man had accepted her for “Alcide” without a moment’s question. ” She leaned against the back wall of the place, sinking slowly. As a matter of fact I have been waiting for you.
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