“There ought to be a Censorship of Books. ‘You could have fetched me home. . Around her neck was a little gold chain. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come.
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