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She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ” He receded from her. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. And if I don’t, I go mad. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. Stonily he had disengaged himself.
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