Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. I am determined to fight my own little battle with the world —there must be a place for me somewhere, and I mean to find it. . Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. The Well Hole. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. I can't bear it.
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