"I hate her," I said, and waited for the blow to fall. But Doctor Nolan only smiled at me as if something had… — Sylvia Plath
"I hate her," I said, and waited for the blow to fall. But Doctor Nolan only smiled at me as if something had pleased her very, very much and said, "I suppose you do."
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