She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. It has something to do with the fact that my Mom had them when she was only seventeen. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher.
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