" "Here you have it, my dear," returned the hawker. I want to give myself to you. Honestly, I never did. When she slipped off of it her head started to bob, filled with air. And this is not France, you understand. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute.
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