They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone.
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