"Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. She knew that babies came from the womb; her womb had fallen out with her baby. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. This—all this swamps them. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. “You’ve grown out of them. The child was still safe. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back.
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