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They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. I shall count it a privilege. . She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. Turning, she heaved at the bottom door and slammed it in his face just as he came leaping forward to grab her.
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