You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. The Bitchster strikes again. "The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees.
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