It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monst…

Virginia Woolf
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It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred. ✨ Virginia Woolf (2012). Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition, p.12, Broadview Press
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