“I can’t. "Suppose he does. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. ‘I want a word with you, my lad.
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