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Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. “Want to see the upstairs?” “Sure. “It is very nice of you to come, but I do not think for the present, at any rate, I could give him any other answer. ‘I have told you, a whip it is nothing. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. I could always 108 tell right away whether my new foster home was going to be good or bad.
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