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There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. They bounced without merriment over bumpy Roman roads, and by the time they arrived she was extremely nauseous. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. Neither of them believed me. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. This was in Tennessee. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat.
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