” “Perhaps I don’t. ” “It is for your good—your good only I am thinking,” he declared. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. We wore invisible chains and invisible blinkers. She recoiled. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. Wood.
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