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She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. Please sit with me. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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