The mode of destruction makes no difference. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. “Oh Christ! How old were you?” “Just—well, I was young. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. I’ll be waiting for you outside.
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