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calls me honey. “No,” I say. My
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CHAPTER TWELVE The bathroom is besi
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“I ain’t got all day,” says C
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V NAP
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In the afternoons we lay on our bed
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comparison, the public display of p
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The bell wakes me; and then Cora, k
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN When the bell has
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on the rug, thud of the good foot.
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quite within reach, shining in the
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Commander knock
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had drummed into us at the Centre.
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us on my side of the table were sta
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to himself in the shower without kn
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN This is what I do
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the moment we’re mirrors. He puts
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I lie in bed, stil
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There must be a resistance, or wher
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CHAPTER NINETEEN I’m dreaming tha
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start with a lurch, while overhead
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the circular drive. I see one of th
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CHAPTER TWENTY The central staircas
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They were encouraged to do it. The
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just to get that far? Cooking’s m
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concentrate. Identify with your bod
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She’ll be allowed to nurse the ba
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managed to be both menacing and bes
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ody again. I could zap you with thi
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE This is a reco
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But there must be something he want
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We play two games. Larynx, I spell.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR I go back, alon
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a yen for truffles, he called his d
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE What I heard fi
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inch above an arm, a shoulder. It b
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I have a little present for you, he
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We use butter, I said. When we can
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something you think you ought to ha
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN I walk with Of
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At the corner is the store known as
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Women, in green, blue, red, stripes
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I said there was more than one way
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The next morning, on my way to the
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When I got back to the house nobody
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the marches even started, the march
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Unworthy, unjust, untrue. But that
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would be the gluttony of the famish
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pistis pants. “There was another
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XI NIGHT
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miserable. How were we to know we w
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Heaven for them. We need You for th
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Every night when
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Moira told me once that it used to
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I know what she’s talking about.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Rita’s sitting
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goodnight, as if I mean it, his bre
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Late afternoon
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in the pit of my stomach. Not an il
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR The sitting spa
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aren’t allowed to become Wives th
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the protective whispering of the cr
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That will never do. Love? said the
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that. And there will be family albu
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onto the flames, armfuls of silk an
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So I flatten myself and the car sta
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“It’s like walking into the pas
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“Prefer it to what?” I say. “
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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT I find the ent
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This is what she says, whispers, mo
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disadvantages too, because if one s
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“Moira,” I say. “You don’t
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trivial occasion. She must have dro
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wanted to know.” He sits up, begi
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CHAPTER FORTY The heat at night is
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what he thinks. Let’s be practica
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XIV SALVAGING
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and down the Marthas’ stairs at t
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He’ll love you to death, he says.
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the dark, in the light reflected of
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the long sigh go up, from around me
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half-carry, half-drag a third man.
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My hands smell of warm tar. I want
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We go to Milk and Honey, and to All
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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE I stand a moment
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XV NIGHT
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whatever sentence, penance, punishm
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I’ve failed her. Now she will alw
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HISTORICAL NOTES ON THE HANDMAID’
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I remind you that this was not the
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this policy was extended to cover a
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sometime in the last third of the c
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former quasi-military. A number of
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Margaret Atwood was born in Ottawa