” “I suppose not. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. “I didn’t understand, Vee. . Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked.
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