The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.
The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
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