She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. “I see the pointer,” she said. It’s a mismatch.
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