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"She heard snarls of rage, and the pack swept by her."

Y FIRST recollections of my aunt date back almost to infancy. I was passionately fond of her, so fond of her that when she was about I never cared much for my mother. I can see them both now, as they were in the early years—Mother, rather tall, graciously full of figure, often laughing, a little 211