‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. “You going to the Michelle’s place for dinner?” Mike asked Lucy after the bear hugs. She began to weep in long, aching sobs.
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