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. “Because I hate you!” She spat. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight.
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