Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter. The baby crawled towards them, seeking their blood. I wanted something alive. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls.
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