I get along with my Mom sometimes, Lucy. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. I asked him to take me away, and hide me. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again.
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