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. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. . The stench is everywhere. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. ’ His friend held it out of the way. ” “You meant to say ‘morbid’. ” The redness in his face betrayed him. But she was not to be tempted.
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