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She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. . Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. ’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands.
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