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Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. Have you seen much of her lately?” “Nothing at all,” he answered. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. Her tone was hoarse with passion. And of course! She had a brilliant idea. Laughed at me, then. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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