Her pulses began to race. ” She replied with a rehearsed answer, “I was told that my real mother died the day I was born. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. She screamed involuntarily—she had never in her life screamed before—and then she began to wriggle and fight like a frightened animal against the men who were holding her. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. And experience was slow in coming. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain.
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