Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We ain’t let no one escape. The quarry had passed out into the open sea.
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