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’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. “I must go. She had very frizzy hair indeed, very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and waist, and an engaging smile. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. Moments are ages now. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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