Tall–looseknit–dark-skinned–big brown eyes that could cry grandly without making her face ugly–sad eyes that it took nothing at all to fire and make sparkle. That funny joker, life, had mated her to a scrunched-up whipper-snapper of a man, with feet that took girls’ boots and with narrow,…

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Mother and daughter came looking for a flat, not in the ordinary way–asking about this and that, looking out of the windows to see what view they would have. They did not note the colour of the walls, but poked and felt everything, smoothed their fingers over surfaces,…

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