"Nothing much," he told her. He and Taylor could take care of the talking. Her part would be just to stand by and pay attention."It's not so much that," he evaded, getting up to put a lump of sugar he did not need into his tea, "it's not so much that as it is the everlasting strain of fighting the hands. It would be easier to meet an open rebellion than it is to battle against their sullen ugliness."
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