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"
The
very
nicest
.
And
we
will
flee
to
the
Montauk
moors
,
Miss
Mousie
?
"
"
I
’
ve
already
called
and
reserved
a
room
.
"
"
It
’
s
delirium
.
I
shall
burst
.
I
feel
myself
swelling
up
.
"
I
had
thought
to
tell
her
about
the
store
,
but
too
much
news
is
constipating
.
Better
to
wait
and
tell
her
on
the
moor
.
Ellen
came
slithering
into
the
kitchen
.
"
Daddy
,
that
pink
thing
’
s
gone
from
the
cabinet
.
"
"
I
have
it
.
I
have
it
here
in
my
pocket
.
Here
,
you
may
put
it
back
.
"
"
You
told
us
never
to
take
it
away
.
"
"
I
still
tell
you
that
,
on
pain
of
death
.
"
She
snatched
it
almost
greedily
and
carried
it
in
both
hands
to
the
living
room
.
Mary
’
s
eyes
were
on
me
strangely
,
somberly
.
"
Why
did
you
take
it
,
Ethan
?
"
