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The helicopter lifted from her hand and hovered in the air. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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