“Yeah, I know. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. ” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted.
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