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“Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. She saw it, and checked without thinking. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher.
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