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"That isn't the point, Hoddy. And you see, I don’t turn my back,
and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. Wood, reproachfully, as
they returned to the parlour. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. Her small round breasts
were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart
bikini bra. It
doesn’t mean that these men deserve to die for whatever
they have done, John. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese
tongue.
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