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It was a long, low room, like a root cellar, for it was banked up with soil, and vines had run rampant over that, too.
It was dark but dry and cool.
She doled out what Glendora vaguely guessed were the right amounts of dried peas, eggs, cornmeal, a little salt.
The shelves looked emptier than when Miss Celie had shown her the storeroom, and since the men from the Commissary had called ; ;
there were certainly now fewer mouths to feed but there was less to feed them with.
She took Glendora to the smokehouse, unlocked it and saw with satisfaction there was still a quantity of hams and sides of bacon, hanging from the smoke-stained rafters.

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