Lucy wore it every day from then on. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. “Call me Annabel. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. Quickly a battle ensued as Larry tried to squeeze workman’s compensation from his employer.
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