Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. . . It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say.
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