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I get along with my Mom sometimes, Lucy. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. S. O'Higgins followed him into the dining room. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain.
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