" He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style. It has something to do with the fact that my Mom had them when she was only seventeen. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog.
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