Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. ’ Joan sniffed. “It’s not. No, never mind about thanking me. ” There was a moment’s silence. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous.
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