It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. His hand flew across the paper. I never see them, they never even call.
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