She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. We shall be equally matched.
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