She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. ‘Not from the nuns, no. ” “Who says I don’t? Didn’t you used to live in Arkansas?” “Alabama. ‘It is what my father intended. ” “Coffee! Bah!” The newcomer picked her way across the floor with daintily uplifted skirts, and subsided into a deck chair of stretched canvas. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this.
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