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"Vy don't you talk to your partner, or Saint Giles, if you vant conversation,
Aaron?" asked Jack, slyly. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female
voice, from an adjoining room. How perfectly charming. In nearly every
speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the
world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and
cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and
zippers were bursting. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her
youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and
wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as
if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very
dead. Her blood spurted into his
mouth and he drank. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the
moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to
college, have babies with John, watch her children have
children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. She says she will have
to, though she does not wish to.
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