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Morel was not anxious to move into the Bottoms, which was already twelve years old and on the downward path, when she descended to it from Bestwood. For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired. Figs! Gerald looked out into the mist of fine snow that was blowing by. Sam turned over the big iron wash pot in the yard, scraped off some of the soot, which he mixed with lard and shined his boots with the compound. Her bitterness came surging up. Today he was to humble her.

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