At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. Lucy's grin faded. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. The doctor had sown a seed, carelessly.
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