She found herself that Sunday destroying magazines. Friends were expected, but not till dinnertime, so in the languorous part of early afternoon before there was any need to begin scrubbing and peeling potatoes, after lunch, Kat sat at their long dining table (passable light from the sash windows) with scissors.
There was a surplus of material for her fr…
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