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And I threw the Fire at him with all I had.             I sat in the pew. I shuddered but repressed those alien memories of ghosts and grotesqueries. Body washed.

(Hamlet's mother's) description of how it had come about, haunted by the words:                          Her nk, and there I unearthed a mass of jewelry -- pearls and brooches and cameos -- all thrown among the dresses as if no            I marveled, not only at the wisdom of what she'd said, but at the curious disloyalty, because Aunt Queen was never one to criticize her own flesh and blood. ’             'But why did I see Rebecca?' I gasped.