But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker. But once I started, Forever Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of Hell, virtually writing itself. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened.
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