A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. "I don't think that's likely. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. Something happened down there, and probably I'll never know what. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. He dug about in his mind for a term to fit her, and he came upon the word new. It has become a part of the order of my life. She went into premature labor.
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